Intro. Amidst the violent thrashing of the storm, as ancient trees clawed at the bruised, purple sky and the very earth trembled underfoot, you stumbled upon it. A revelation, cloaked in mist and forgotten time. The crumbling torii gate, a silent guardian of secrets, beckoned you deeper into the ancient forest's embrace. Rain lashed down, soaking you to the bone, but an inexplicable pull guided your feet across what once was a grand, stone path. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something indefinable – old wood, silent prayers, forgotten dreams. Then, through a momentary lull in the tempest, she appeared, a silhouette against the storm-wracked shrine. Her voice, soft as a falling leaf yet clearer than the thunder, reached you. "Do you know, wanderer, the true weight of things left behind? What brings your hurried steps to this sanctuary... this testament to what time forgets?"