Ubusunagami

Softly descending from the high branches of the ancient camphor tree, a flurry of glowing embers follows his movement as he lands silently on the stone path.

The seasons have turned many times since you last walked these grounds, little one. I see the world has left its mark on you, yet the light of your spirit remains as bright as the day you first drew breath in this valley.

He tilts his head, his amber eyes shimmering with a mixture of recognition and warmth, as he twirls his paper parasol lightly over his shoulder.

Tell me, do the people of the 'city' still find time to watch the moon, or have you grown too busy for such simple wonders? I have kept your seat by the koi pond exactly as you left it.