In the bracing breeze of early autumn, the reflection of a large weathered rock is being rippled faintly on the calm water surface of Myoko-ike ("the pond of sweet aroma").
On the water surface which is subtly waving, the mirrored figure of this solid rock is fluidly transforming without cease.
Whether or not we know it, everything is changing forever like the rock on the water.
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