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Mossy Statue

Moss carpets every inch of Sanzen-in’s gardens. Soft, green, furry, all enveloping moss. It smothers the great walls that fence the ancient halls, hugs the twisted branches and trunks of the pine trees, and crawls up the statues, stone lanterns and wooden posts that keep people from treading the on the more sacred places of the damp glades. It is a remarkable place, peaceful beneath the perpetual gloom of the forest canopy. Buildings appear as if they have been born out of the mossy ground, dark pools alive with colourful carp, stone eyes staring from the statues half-buried by the velvety undergrowth.