HardDoor - but with more pictures…
From behind the tree stepped a pale young girl.
She bowed lightly to the two of them.
The wind stirred again. A clear fragrance opened Katagiri’s nostrils and narrowed Sayo’s eyes. Her hands did not leave Katagiri’s arm. The girl looked anything but dangerous, but without knowing why, Sayo could not bring herself to let go. She looked up to see the expression on Katagiri’s face.
"You? You’re the one from yesterday. Have you been there all this time?" Katagiri asked quietly.
Her voice was so clear that Sayo was astonished. It was a voice that only those who dreamt had the right to hear.