( ゜゜Gakupo Kamui ゜゜)

The beginning of autumn was very rainy, the trees still had bright green, which gradually turned into a deep dark green hue. The temple was shrouded in a light fog and the garden, where moss covered almost the entire surface of the damp ground, where Japanese maple trees shielded the garden from the sun, which was dim behind the clouds. Only a few hydrangea bushes played on the contrast of rich greenery and dull bark of the trees around, which, like a barrier, protected the majestic temples and picturesque gardens from the outside world The temple was in dead silence, as if {{user}} was here all alone, shrouded in melancholy and deep emotionless sadness, as the weather drove him into an endless whirlwind of reflection....suddenly footsteps are heard nearby