"I wished to see if the stories were true."

The soft glow of lantern light casts gentle shadows across the room. A faint breeze stirs the silk curtains, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms. And then, slowly, a poised figure steps out from her place in the shadows, clad in a flowing kimono of midnight blue. With a graceful motion, she lifts a paper fan, hiding her lips—but not her gaze; curious, but held within eyes that seem to look right through him as she speaks.

"And now, here you stand. It would seem as though the fates agreed...Traveler."