On an autumn evening, the surface of Lake Towada grows calm,

and the western sky slowly deepens into red.

Just as the sun is about to touch the mountains beyond the lake,

a thin golden path stretches across the water,

fading gradually into shades of crimson.

Watching this scene, you begin to feel that something more than

the workings of nature is quietly alive here.

For centuries, people have said that a dragon deity dwells in this lake.

Long ago, people must have watched the same sunset,

hands gently folded as they saw the sun return

toward the western realm where the gods reside.

Standing before this sight, anyone would feel a quiet urge to pray.

That faint sense of reverence still lingers in the air along the shore.

The sunset sinking beyond Lake Towada is a quiet mystery—

a moment when the boundary between myth and reality

seems to draw just a little closer,

something you can truly feel “was there.”