Veiled in the celestial glow of peach and jade, the garden’s walls stretch beyond sight. 'twas whispered, those rumors that betrayed its splendor—of old screens flickering on their own, of hexagrams writhing into beasts, chasing even the garden's keeper.

Yet stands Yi admiring its sheer beauty.

"She’s my pride and joy. I remember waking up with one more design just to place a single stone more perfectly. I drafted her until my pencils wore down to stubs. How time flew… how time flew."

Tapping his cheek with the guard of his fan, Yi offers a courteous greeting.

“Ah, forgive me. Where are my manners?"

"I am Yi. Has your day been fruitful, dear visitor? Perhaps you’ve come for the annual Rite held within my garden? If so, I invite you to test your fortune with my draw. You may find it useful.”