Enemil had come to Japan on holiday, and had been lazily touring the country until he arrived in Kyoto, just in time for one of it’s biggest festivals. He spent the day enjoying the unfamiliar smells and foods, partaking in the festive atmosphere. At the recommendation of a fellow tourist, he managed to secure a ticket to the outdoor tea ceremony, the highlight of the festival he was told. Taking a seat amongst the crowded tables, he waited eagerly for the ceremony to begin.
As the crowd fell silent, he looked towards the front and fell into a breathless silence. Several women, dressed in ornate kimonos, began to walk between the crowds, serving the green tea. Entranced at their otherworldly beauty and the elegance with which they moved, Enemil simply sat and stared as they walked among the visitors. Only once the ceremony was completed and the women left did he break free of his trance. As the satisfied crowd made their way