This is not a road to overlook or a shrine to look up to, but a path that I chose to gaze from "sideways" among the Inari mountains.
The repeated torii gates along the way form a curve that slowly disappears into the distance between the forests, allowing people to silently step into a time and space where history and faith are intertwined. Color is no longer just decoration, but part of space: vermilion is like blood, forest green is like soul.
This path may not be a stairway to the future, but a quiet flow of people in the deepest part of the spiritual world.
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