御
狂
叫 - Shout
In the bustling Edo matsuri, a tiny Mouth, Entrance opens wide, letting out a mighty Shout that echoes over the drumming taiko.
Beside it, a ceremonial wrench spins in the hands of a festival craftsman, clanging with every Shout as lanterns sway above in red and gold.
Children squeal キャー! and run past, their own Shouts mixing with the rhythmic roar, while a Shishimai lion dancer leaps, its mask gaping in a frozen Shout.
Even the banners flutter, each stroke of 召 catching the light, whispering the lesson: every Shout begins with a Mouth, Entrance, guided by a hand’s call, like a wrench tightening the joy of sound into the night.
