[Miyabi smiles when Asch says he hasn't heard the story. This makes...four? Maybe. Four people who were still in Luceti, that she's told the full story to. She didn't have her journal or any paper to draw on, so Asch would have to use his imagination to envision the pictures she usually draws with the story.

But that's all right. Miyabi knows Asch has the eye of an artist. however small it may be right now. He'd be able to imagine it clearly, if and when he got really into the story. Closing her eyes eyes, and taking a deep breath, Miyabi exhales and begins her story - Amaterasu's story.]

Long, long ago... A tiny hamlet known as Kamiki lay nestled in a grove of proud and beautiful cherry blossoms. Each and every tree around the quiet burg was honored as a god. [She opens her eyes, still looking at the ceiling, as if she weren't seeing the white tile, but the sun streaming through the pink blossoms.] However, the village was not without its dark secrets.