The Red Moon Samurai Waiting Outside The Haunted Town

The gate opened once. The town has regretted it ever since.

At the edge of the haunted town, the red moon hangs too low and the water repeats everything like gossip. The samurai waits under falling blossoms, sword resting in silence, while the old gate creaks behind him. Nobody knows whether he protects the town or keeps it trapped. Honestly, both sound exhausting.