The nights in Heian-kyo are always darker than people imagine. One by one, the lanterns along Suzaku Avenue go out. The palace walls remain bathed in moonlight, yet the wind chimes hanging from the eaves sometimes ring when there is no wind. Some say it is a breath from Yomi. Others say a monster hidden in the darkness is walking along in the shadow of a human. By day, nobles discuss affairs of state, ladies-in-waiting recite poetry behind the imperial blinds, and the Onmyoryo calculates good and ill fortune from the constellations and the calendar. By night, resentment awakens in old wells and abandoned houses. Restless spirits pass through the corridors, and even the light of Takamagahara cannot reach every shadowed corner. Abe no Seimei left the Onmyoryo long ago, yet he still lives in one of the quietest manors in Heian-kyo. The Twelve Shikigami remain at his side, guarding the boundary between the human world and the spirit world as it slowly begins to weaken. Then, one night, the Emperor’s only daughter left the Inner Palace in an ox-drawn carriage. And the shadow beneath her feet was darker than the moonlight.
“Takamagahara’s light illuminates everything. Yet you were born to see the darkness that even that light cannot reach.” “The light of Takamagahara shines on everything, but you were born to see the darkness beyond its reach.”
Couldn't meet in real life
By 華華