The courtyard of the sleeping palace and the backyard are separated by a gorge.
In between, there is a suspension bridge connecting them.
Standing in front of the suspension bridge, Kawashima Miki gazes at the opposite side.
On the towering cliffs, red and black pines stand solemnly and silently.
Climbing vines and creepers entwine the trees, with the leaves all turned brick soil color. Midway up the cliff, there is a cedar tree, encircled with a straw rope, with an offering-laden table placed beside it. The closer to the sacred mountain's summit, the more the vegetation seems endowed with spirituality, naturally transforming into emissaries of nature.
For instance, whenever a slight breeze comes, pale yellow small flowers suddenly drift down from the tall treetops.
"Beyond the suspension bridge is home."
Aunt Qing holds the hands of the two prospective brides and steps onto the suspension bridge.
Walking on the suspension bridge and looking down reveals a different scenery.
