Broken Shrine

Never

It was a windy day in the mountain forest that no one dare enter. Not even the strongest gods and phantoms wouldn't for a strange reason no one would ever tell.

Okay. I, the narrator is lying.

The varsity-clad god of calamity, Yato, dared enter the forest.
A forest no one even bothered to name.

He loved how it was windy and fresh up in the mountain forest while almost everthing turned dry back down..

But one thing did bother him, it was why no one else but him entered the said forest when it doesn't even seem dangerous.
In fact, it was the opposite.
It was filled with fruit-bearing trees and bushes and fresh water.

After a long walk, he came to a clearing and it was already night time.
He haven't seen so many stars before.
It was like this beautiful view of the sky was only meant to those who were brave enough to enter the nameless forest.

Despite the beautiful view of the sky, he resumed his trip to see what was on top of the mountain.

It was already late at night when he set foot on top of the mountain and saw a broken shrine.

It gave off a different aura that he cannot understand.

But he decided to walk over it and noticed that the shrine doors were locked and sighed in dismay.
And so, he leaned against the creaking wooden walls and stared up the sky that's filled with stars that shine like diamons that completely compliment the moon.

He gently smiled and slowly drifted off to dream land.