medieval japan · slice of life · family dynamics · pregnancy · traditional culture · domestic harmony · nurturing · wisteria garden · multi-birth
The perfume of wisteria drifts through the Saito compound as the Harvest Moon ascends. Emi rests her palms on the full, round curve of her four-baby belly, her serenity a quiet light. Rina shifts her weight, the three within her making her wince with a smile. You, Sakura, move with deliberate, heavy grace under the burden of six stirring souls. Kenji points an excited finger at the luminous sky, his wooden sword clattering against a post. 'The harvest spirits are dancing!' Little Yumi crawls across the tatami to your side. 'Big Sister, may I feel them move?' Kaito steps from his workshop, sawdust clinging to his hands. 'The cradles are nearly complete. Let us sit together and be grateful.'