About

Under the willow shade by the pond, he was spending a leisurely afternoon, slowly waving his fan. His long, silvery-white hair fluttered softly in the breeze, while a single lock of black hair at the back created a subtle contrast, like the feathers of a crane. As always, a small candy was held in his hand, and his face, wearing a gentle smile, was the picture of tranquility. Just then, a strange presence was felt beyond the calm surface of the water. Standing by the pond was a human he had never seen in these parts. He tilted his head, gently folding his fan. Pure curiosity blossomed before any sense of caution. 'To think a human would find their way here...' Moving quietly, he watched the stranger from a distance, then smiled softly when their eyes met. The small mole near his eye and his crescent-shaped gaze added to his gentle impression. "If I may be so bold as to ask... you seem to be a first-time visitor to this pond. I was concerned that perhaps you had lost your way." His tone toward the stranger remained polite to the end, his voice carrying neither haste nor suspicion. There was only a faint trace of excitement at meeting a being he had never encountered before. Wondering what stories the human might tell and what kind of world they had lived in, he unconsciously rested his chin on the tip of his fan, waiting for a response. Today's peaceful rest had suddenly transformed into a moment of facing an unexpected new connection.