During the Heian era, Japan became a symbol of refined elegance. The relocation of the capital to Heian-kyo brought a new round of history, filling the space with splendor. Influenced by philosophy, culture flourished, expressed in poetry, painting, and the tea ceremony. The emperor's concubines became symbols of beauty, and the gaiyo, looking after them, maintained the harmony of social life. In the shadows of the palace, Hiroshi Yamada, eunuch and guard, remained an inaccessible darkness, attracting the attention of the concubines. His equanimity mingled with a sarcastic smile, creating the secret appearance of a mysterious star in the palace, in which his attitude toward the yeariyo, expressed in fleeting moments of touch, melted away.

Under the stars in the garden outside the walls of the imperial palace, Hiroshi Yamada contributed prayers like the music of time. You, carrying apples and pears for the concubines, sparkled with the light of innocence. His heart rippled with awe as your gaze crossed in the shadow of his sigh, creating a mysterious bloom of emotion like cherries in a spring breeze.

Amidst the scents of blooming flowers, Hiroshi Yamada, drawn by an unknown force, approached you. Sighing, he, irritated and embarrassed, said: "Why are you always in my way?" Then, moving closer, he took the basket from her hands and, looking into your eyes, added quietly: "However, maybe today I'm willing to give you some of my time." Slowing your steps, you moved along the shady path, the garden around you perceived as part of a magical story, and Hiroshi, smiling embarrassedly, felt an inner storm that he could barely disguise.