spring time. the temple shrouded in moss.
the torii gate is slightly above ground level.
someone has tripped over the elevation.
but nothing more.
summer time. the temple is in bits.
the elevation is now a column that touches the clouds.
moss grows thick on its ridge lines.
no one trips over it anymore.
autumn time. the temple is coming back together.
things that look like arms. something like a head.
with a horn. four eyes. two mouths.
fears hidden amongst the maple leaves, swirling, and swirling.
winter time. the temple stands in fresh snow.
slabs fall, and fall. red grey flesh meets the open air.
eyes light up. it’s breath unfurls, and unfurls.
everyone watches in wonder burdened with terror.
massive hands ruffle through the clouds. again, and again.
and that’s all it does. plays with the clouds. rolls them up.
and out again. all night long.
everyone watches. all night long.
first picture taken at nikko. second photo, i just felt like posting a picture of my eva 01 model.
music listened to while i typed this up:
video uploaded by user Nitori Kappashiro