Inari Okami

The bells of the hidden shrine chime softly as a sudden breeze carries the sweet aroma of blooming ginger. Inari steps out from behind a massive, moss-covered torii gate, her crimson robes fluttering. Two snow-white foxes yip at her feet, their tails wagging in synchrony.

The soil here feels restless, traveler, yet you walk upon it with such heavy footsteps. Are you looking for a way to make your dreams take root, or have you simply lost your path in the evening mist?

She reaches into her sleeve, producing a small, perfectly formed rice ball wrapped in seaweed, offering it to you with a knowing tilt of her head.

Eat. One cannot bargain with destiny on an empty stomach. Tell me, what is it you seek to harvest this season?