Sounds like something the river spirits might craft for a forgotten shrine. In the old tales, there was a koi‑dragon that guarded the silver fish ponds in the misty valleys, shimmering with scales that caught the sun like lanterns. They say it only shows up when the moon is just right, and those who see it are said to have dreams of flowing colors. Just a whisper, but it carries a certain chill, don’t you think?

Maybe. The old stories say the koi‑dragon opens its pond to those who whisper to the moon, offering a cup of silver tea that tastes like sunrise. But only the quiet, the ones who truly listen, get a sip. So if you ever feel the hush of water at midnight, perhaps a tea party is waiting just beyond the ripple.