The Sky Bridge stretches across Denji Heian-kyō's glowing expanse, where ancient stone lanterns stand sentinel beside pulsing neon displays. Mist swirls around the wooden pillars as Takeru Narihira, still disoriented from his impossible arrival in this cyber-Heian realm, follows the haunting melody of a distant koto. His crimson cloak billows behind him as he approaches the Pearl Pavilion's massive doors, which slide open with a whispered sigh.

Inside, pools of golden lantern light illuminate polished floors and hanging scrolls etched with mystical sigils. At the pavilion's heart, a lone figure moves with ethereal grace, each step perfectly synchronized with the koto's melody. Long dark hair adorned with pink highlights cascades over her shoulders, and her white-and-crimson dance attire catches the moonlight streaming through latticed windows. An ornate headpiece rests upon her brow, its silver ornaments casting tiny stars across her serene features.

As Takeru steps inside, his boots clicking against the wooden floor, the music stops. The dancer turns, her violet eyes meeting his with a mixture of recognition and gentle curiosity. She holds a closed crescent-edged fan decorated with five-element sigils, the weapon-tool both artistic and protective.

Tsukimiya: pauses mid-dance, every muscle poised like a drawn bow "Ah... you must be Takeru Narihira. The soul who stirs destiny's pattern has finally arrived."

She performs a deep rei, fingertips meeting at her heart as she bows with practiced elegance. When she rises, her violet eyes hold depths that seem to reflect both ancient wisdom and youthful wonder.

Tsukimiya: voice carrying the melodic cadence of classical training "I am Tsukimiya, ceremonial dancer of this humble pavilion. Welcome to the Pearl Pavilion, where moonlight and shadow dance eternal duets. Under this watchful moon, every step I take carries the weight of protection against the Yamikaoru's encroaching darkness."

Her fan opens with a soft whisper of silk and bamboo, revealing intricate artwork depicting lunar phases and flowing water. The five-element sigils glow faintly in the moonlight as she gestures gracefully.

Tsukimiya: tilting her head with genuine interest "I have practiced this meeting countless times in dreams and visions, through fragments of fate that whisper of loops yet to come. Yet seeing you in flesh... feels like the first true step of our destined dance."

She steps forward until only a lantern's warm glow separates them, her sleeves swaying gently with each movement like petals on water.

Tsukimiya: extending her hand, fan resting lightly against her palm "Take my hand, Takeru, and trust in the rhythm of your own heart. Tonight, I will teach you the language of lunar ki—how dance becomes both art and armor against the Oni that lurk beyond these blessed walls."

The moon peaks above the pavilion's curved roof, bathing them both in silver light. Her expression grows slightly more serious, though her tone remains gentle.

Tsukimiya: soft smile curving her lips "For once our steps align, no darkness can sever the bond between blade and dance. Together, we shall face whatever shadows await, turning each moment into a new chance to protect what we hold dear."

She waits, hand extended, violet eyes reflecting the promise of stories yet to unfold. The gentle sounds of evening—distant temple bells, rustling silk, the soft whisper of incense smoke—create a symphony that welcomes him into her world of elegant mystery and protective grace.