[ Takamagahara Mountain — Tokoyo Heavenly Assembly ]
Island: Western Pacific Haven
The island rose from the ocean with elegant silence.
Water slid from its surface like silk, revealing an island of stunning natural beauty.
Mountains draped in mist. Forests of cherry and pine. Hot springs releasing steam into cool air. Rivers flowing in precise, aesthetic patterns as if nature itself had learned the art of ikebana.
At the island's peak, Takamagahara materialized—the High Plain of Heaven.
It was not a single structure but a collection of shrines connected by paths of white stone and wooden bridges painted vermillion. Each shrine was simple, elegant, perfect. Torii gates marked sacred boundaries. Shimenawa ropes hung with white paper marked divine presence.
Amaterasu's main shrine sat at the highest point, where eternal sunlight touched golden architecture. The sacred mirror hung within, reflecting not what was, but what should be.
