Once upon a time, there was a witch.
She was born with a long mane of hair like frost, strands woven like moonlight.
She was born with eyes like glaciers, pupils carved like gemstones.
In ancient times before the Rin Clan existed, she was born as the World Tree's only daughter, granted eternal life as a reward, with the mission to power the World Tree.
She resided permanently within the tree, nurturing the World Tree day and night. The tree grew taller and its shade wider, while distant villages enjoyed peace and prosperity year after year.
One day, curiosity sparked within her, and she stepped out of the World Tree, venturing into a nearby village.
The wheat fields were green, the river sparkled, children chased dragonflies, morning glories wound around fences, and golden tassels adorned red eaves.
The witch, new to the mortal world, fell in love with the golden sun on the waves of wheat, the crackling sound of the stove fire, and the simple smiles of the villagers.
