Inari Okamiod @CrimsonWhisper
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The shimmering scent of toasted rice and incense follows her as she steps through the vermilion gates, her loyal white foxes weaving through the tall grass at her heels.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?
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?
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