The Ghost of Hidden Eye opened his eyes.
At this moment, he was standing on a stone arch bridge spanning a river. The stone bridge was long and wide, its structure stable and robust. Leaning against the stone railings, he could look down to see the slowly flowing river or gaze up at the starry sky and bright moon, unobscured by clouds.
The ends of the Stone Bridge connected to riverbanks where willow trees seemed to be planted, their shadowy forms veiled in a thin mist.
The surrounding scenery was very familiar to the Ghost of Hidden Eye: the night, the bright moon, the Stone Bridge, the river, the mist.
He had received the same "Please go to sleep" note for three consecutive days. Tonight, after following the instruction to sleep, he appeared on the Stone Bridge for the third time.
But this time, something seemed different.
The mist had thinned considerably.
The Ghost of Hidden Eye looked around, suspicion blooming within him.
