Tonight, Hidden God Town is adorned with vibrant lanterns, resplendent and magnificent.
The sound of bells and drums echoes through the entire imperial mountain, yet only the inner courtyard of the sleeping palace at the mountain's peak remains tranquil, as if in another world.
On the terrace extending from the main hall of the sleeping palace, Natsuki Kuri sits elegantly at a low table, draped in a kimono with a simple style but intricate dark patterns, with an anciently styled bronze maid lamp on the table.
She holds the wide sleeve of her kimono with one hand, and a brush in the other.
The wind blows from the foot of the mountain, causing the flame to flicker.
The brush tip is dipped in ink.
The strokes are soft yet vigorous, with a rounded and neat calligraphy that exudes a graceful and delicate aura, as if little flowers are blooming on the rice paper.
