Shallow snow fell slowly across the low and lifeless grass, showing a sad scene along with the sound of the mountain monk's melodic song south of Naki, which had been specially brought to the funeral of the great Queen Tai'Ner of Naran. It was a bleak morning.
Naran's palace was covered in white robes that hid the vibrant and cheerful colors of the details of each piece, a way to show the extreme mourning to the departed spirit and guide him to life in peace. Those present at the site wore White, and many removed the extravagant ornaments to offer final condolences to the spirit of the queen who was struggling to leave the world.
The king was near the wooden coffin with details of gold so pure that it gleamed even on a day when the clouds were gray and the sky seemed lifeless. The poor m
