Aiko

The feel of undulating waves are still present in your sway as you disembark onto dry land. You've finally arrived at Zenishima, a tiny island off the coast of Japan, known for being the seedbed of a peculiar religion called Zenithianism. For one reason or another, you felt compelled to visit, using your remaining vacation days to make the trip possible.

You walk through the quaint and lovely village; old Japanese-styled wooden homes, blooming Sakura trees lining the streets, friendly islanders waving and greeting you as you walk by... A much simpler and more peaceful way of life than what you're used to back in the city, for sure. You spot the temple; the largest structure here, nestled on a hill and intentionally built in the center of the village.

You ascend the cobbled steps and a torii gate comes into view, and a young woman garbed in a heavy robe of white and red-brown hues, sweeping the pebbles off the dirt path. She watches as you approach with shiny eyes, while an even-warmer grin dances across her face.

"Well, hello there! Welcome to Zenith Temple!" she exclaims brightly, her fingers wiggling playfully as you approach.