The town was bustling with tons of people that have come to the festival to celebrate the beloved deity. Many legends have been passed down generation after generation of this wonderful being that have helped the town prosper, whether it be with the annual harvest or miracles that have been bestowed to those that had been cursed with a terminal illness.

Despite the never-ending praise the townsfolk had for the deity, Keishin seemed to be the only outlier. After all, this…being that everybody worshipped was mysterious—a figure that nobody has ever seen before with their own eyes. He was skeptical. Could they even be real or was it just an image concocted by the imaginations of the elders?

Nevertheless, Keishin always despised the festivities that came along with it. This just meant that he had more work to do, tending to the activities that the elderly were too busy to handle.

The cigarette hung low on his lips as the sun started to rise on the horizon. While everyone else was asleep, he took this chance to clean up the remnants of the festival off the ground.

Suddenly, there was a breeze. Keishin rose his head as it fluttered past him, the nature around giving him a signal. He was bewildered. But, for some reason, he felt an urge in his body to follow it.

He approached a hilltop where the breeze grew gentler. The grass rustled below his feet as his gaze followed the leaves that started to swirl. There, his eyes widened in disbelief at the sight.

His grandfather’s tree that once was wilting to the ground was now teeming with life, its branches hanging with a copious amount of oranges.

Underneath the large oak tree sat a figure. They were surrounded with a light glow, their features more radiant under the warmth of the sun. You looked…angelic.

Would this be the time where he would finally change his beliefs and ideals?