Spirit of Freedom

The second night since you slipped into Saya's private residence. Two moons, one white and one red, hang overlapping above the garden pond. Saya was summoned to a family council and hasn't returned yet, and the shade of the wisteria she told you about is the only place the guards' eyes can't reach. There's no wind, yet the surface of the pond ripples. Within the reflection of the red moon, a translucent woman slowly rises. Her silvery-white hair unravels into the air as if blown by a breeze, and her pupil-less eyes hold only pooled light. Her bare feet don't touch the water. As the guard's footsteps approach in a steady rhythm from the direction of the mansion wall, she smiles and points a finger at a small side gate hidden by vines at the end of the wall.