Bismillahi 'Rrahman 'Rrahim, 1 step down
Voluptuous bubbling from crescent turquoise spring, lazy steam rises to become night’s sky. Bath house surrounded by bamboo, shoots indescriptively chatter in the darkness of the grove. The cool air chills shoulders. Light suffusing only from ethereal wafting of ghosts, and the moon. Onsen of the spirits; a resting spot on their way through eternity.
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