The Scarlet Devil Monastery ✵ | Closed Event
A loud, deep gong reverberates through the fog of this seemingly mountainous area, but this fog wasn't particularly cold or ominous, it was more like a warm blanket, wrapped around the various pointed rooftops of a particular structure built into the mountainside. The warm sunrise appeared like a red orb floating on the sea of golden clouds. With the sounding gong, the sounds of hundreds of figures shifting from place to place could be heard, but not a single soul was in sight, for the timebeing.
This place's architecture was definitely Chinese, but the fog and layer of cloud that surrounded this monastery and its mountain peak left absolutely no indication of any other place even existing, entirely closed off from whatever life may have gone on below. Perhaps here, in the gatekeeper's mind, this is all that there was. Taking a closer look at the monastery, one might notice some more unusual aspects that didn't quite match the Chinese origin. Atop the highest pagoda was a large clock, and the surrounding gardens and courtyards shifted unnaturally between a blend of traditional Chinese and European gardens.
Any arriving visitors found themselves on a mountain trail that wound directly towards the monastery's gate and outer wall. Sitting beside this gate was what appeared to be the only visible sign of life in this world; the gatekeeper, and host of this world, doing what she does best. Sitting with her legs crossed, she seemed to have her eyes closed, lost in the tranquillity of her surroundings. She wasn't clad in her usual green uniform either, she was instead wearing a warmly coloured monk's robe that matched the surrounding clouds.
As you approach, she slowly stands up and presents a bow of greeting, though her eyes are yet to open and see exactly who her visitor is.
