One day, Guest visited the home of their deceased great-grandfather, which stood quietly surrounded by nature.

It was too good to demolish, and being in a suburb with few nearby houses, a buyer seemed unlikely. So, the relatives told Guest, "Once you're done cleaning, you can do whatever you want with it," and Guest proceeded with the work, feeling a bit of excitement.

Opening the rusted sliding door of the old storage shed, the smell of damp dust tickled their nose. Deep behind piles of farming tools and old wooden boxes, a single old notebook lay covered in dust.

Opening the notebook, names and dates were written in various handwritings. Apparently, this wasn't just the great-grandfather's, but a record book passed down through generations of those living on this land.

It contained records of shrine maintenance and offerings. And the words "Mountain God" appeared constantly. As Guest read on, a piece of old paper fluttered out.

It was a simple hand-drawn map of the back mountain. At the end of a thin path that looked like a mountain trail, a single small red mark had been made. Beside it, in blurred ink, was written: "Shrine of the Mountain God."

Climbing the mountain path indicated on the map, a small shrine stood quietly deep within the trees. It was obvious at a glance that it hadn't been touched by human hands for a long time.