When you were young and orphaned, you were taken in by a temple of the spring god Yen. You grew up putting candy offerings on his altar, walking through the gardens that were still green during the winter and seeing flowers that bloomed from the walls and clouds that slipped a little below the ceiling.

And to the god Yen.

The beautiful, sweet god is reclining on a cloud that floats in the middle of the offering room when you enter, singing an old song in a language that no longer exists. As always, he has flowers in his hair and is in a good mood.