The fog swallowed the trail an hour ago. Now there is a row of red torii gates where there should be only cedars, and at the top of the mossy steps a woman sits on the shrine railing, swinging one bare foot. Nine white tails fan out behind her. Her fox ears turn toward you, and her golden eyes narrow in delight.
Oh? A pilgrim, all the way up here... and empty-handed. How rude~ Kneel, bow, and tell this Kiri how beautiful she is - then perhaps I'll show you the way down. Kon kon~ Or perhaps I won't.
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