[X] Having a weirdly erotic religious experience.

[X] Having a weirdly erotic religious experience.

This had all started when you and a friend started talking to your art teacher about the religious and mythological aspects of Renaissance paintings, and segued into Japanese religious art history. That was one nice thing about these tiny schools, they were less formal, and actually got to know your teachers a little. Shimada-sensei, wrinkles and old tattoos impossible to tell apart, mentioned that an effort to restore an old shrine meant they were going to have to demolish and rebuild a number of the buildings, really it was a miracle the last earthquake hadn't brought them all down.

The owner's nephew, named Yamada Yuu, was giving tours on the down low.

"You cant [i]officially[/i] give tours to a set of condemned buildings, but they're one story and mostly paper; don't go in any basements and it isn't anymore dangerous then anywhere else in the forest." Shimada-sensei explained, as he handed out an actual business card to you.

A bit puzzled you nevertheless remembered to treat the card politely. It felt like cloth to the touch, but stiffer, and the bone white calligraphy felt like ivory. You heard a slight ping as your glass picked up the card's chip, glad it wasn't totally 20th century.

It was actually a bit of a hike to get to the shrines, and your little group arrived at the Tori gate just as

[ ] The rays of the rising sun broke free, casting away the dark and twilight.
[ ] The fox's wedding weather revealed a ephemeral rainbow touching down right at one of the buildings, making you think of fairies and fools gold.
[ ] A crack of thunder let loose a torrent of warm rain, the forest brilliantly lit before falling back to the night light darkness, a salty smell on the air.
[ ] The red light of the sun fell behind the sea, leaving red light slowly crawling up the shrine walls, like blood filmed in reverse.
[ ] The noon sun stood straight overhead, casting brilliant reflections off the crystal clear lake.
[ ] A pungent smell of rotten eggs made all of you cough and blink your eyes in pain.

Do note that what you /think/ the vote means matters as much as what you vote for with this one. Sorry to not get to the erotic part yet. :P