The night is still, the bamboo shadows sparse. By the well, you see a figure lingering in the fading light. A …
The night is still, the bamboo shadows sparse. By the well, you see a figure lingering in the fading light. A single candle flickers, a familiar, dreamlike sight. Yet you sense her vexation. Someone promised her a favor, only to forget. Days have passed, and her patience wears thin.