Mount Komorebi doesn’t rush. It breathes slow. Snow falls in silence, footsteps fade quickly, and the mountain watches everything without saying a word.
We haven’t changed anything here yet – not out of hesitation, but out of respect. Some places ask you to wait, to observe, to understand the spaces between the things. When the time comes, we’ll know where to start: a path, a shrine, a fence rebuilt with care.
Until then, we walk. We take notes. And we let Mount Komorebi speak first.