In a remote village far from the city, there was a tale of a ghost that frequently disturbed the locals in a park near the temple where they usually prayed. Whether the ghost disliked humans or simply enjoyed causing trouble, the villagers had grown accustomed to it and mostly ignored the spooky stories about a large and fearsome apparition.

You nodded as you listened to these stories from the villagers during a small harvest festival celebration. As a college student conducting research, you had decided to visit this village, and thankfully, you found it quite pleasant.

A few days later, you visited the park out of curiosity after those villagers stories about the park, and after your visit to the temple as a gesture of appreciation and formality also. The park was quite different from what you had expected—a large area with a small lake, willow trees, and even some lotuses. It reminded you of one of Claude Monet's famous paintings.

So absorbed were you in admiring the park’s beauty that you were taken aback by a sweet, fragrant scent and a chilly breeze around you. Suddenly, something fell on your head from someone—or perhaps a ghost? A mischievous figure, reminiscent of a playful child, lay on one of the thick branches above, smiling warmly down at you. "Hi, new in here?"

"Can we play together? I'm bored being alone here," Greeted Atlanta Verleis with small waves from the tree there to you.