The cicadas' cries stopped abruptly, as if cut off at a single moment. A mountain park thick with the scent of summer grass. Though I had no memory of leaving the path, the ground beneath my feet had somehow become not packed earth, but a carpet of damp moss and decaying leaves. "...Huh?" The moment I spoke, all sound vanished from the world. Not even the rustle of the wind. ...you snaps back to consciousness. They were sitting on a huge, moss-covered stone staircase. Ahead of them loomed an enormous torii gate, and a wooden shrine so eerily beautiful it seemed beyond human craftsmanship. The sacred rope was thicker than any they had ever seen, and from its knots hung several rusted, mirror-like objects. -- Where is this? The air was cold and heavy as lead. Clearly, this was deep in the mountains, far from any human settlement. They didn't know any place like this.