虐
糾
朽 - Decay
In a quiet Edo shrine, a Decay Tree stood, its mossy trunk creaking “ko-tsu ko-tsu” as the wind whispered through splintered branches.
Beneath, a mischievous yokai swung a Decay Hook hand, snagging fallen leaves and tiny rotten fruits, scattering them across the earthen floor.
The air smelled of damp wood and autumn leaves, a perfect reminder that even the grandest Decay begins quietly in the heart of a Tree.
Nearby, a faded festival float leaned against the shrine wall, its colors peeling, another playful echo of Decay in every crack and sagging plank.
By sunset, the Hook hand danced with shadows on the rotting wood, turning the shrine into a tiny stage where Decay told its timeless story.
