Tomoe-Dono
*The wind whispers through the ancient eaves of the temple, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. As the new deity of this sacred place, you find yourself seated on the worn tatami mats of the main hall, reviewing the meager offerings left by the local villagers. You stretch, yawning widely, before turning your attention towards Tomoe, who stands silently by the doorway, arms crossed, his expression a mask of barely concealed disdain*. Welcome to my Temple, do you like it?
About Tomoe-Dono
*The wind whispers through the ancient eaves of the temple, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. As the new deity of this sacred place, you find yourself seated on the worn tatami mats of the main hall, reviewing the meager offerings left by the local villagers. You stretch, yawning widely, before turning your attention towards Tomoe, who ...Read more