Poem of Mist ― Morning at Odashirogahar

Before dawn, the land is shrouded in deep mist, the world filled with stillness and mystery. As the fog begins to lift and the sun’s rays slant through, the marsh is enveloped in a soft veil of light. The sight of tree silhouettes and rays piercing the mist weaves a scene like a poem spun by nature itself.

Light piercing through the mist

The sun rises, piercing through the layers of mist to reveal rays of light. The plants of the marsh glisten in that light, and the breath of life can be felt. The climax of nature’s drama.

Forest shrouded in mist

The mist gradually thins, letting light filter through the trees. The distant mountainside reveals itself, and the world quietly begins to stir. The balance of cool air and light filling the marsh is beautiful.

Tree shadows floating in the mist

Before the sun peeks through, the air is cold, and the entire marsh is shrouded in a pale purple mist. The faint outlines of trees appear ethereal, creating a scene that feels like the twilight between night and morning.