Prologue: A prayer

In an abandoned shrine, somewhere in Japan, an ancient being was disturbed in it's slumber. The area around the shrine was covered in a deep and dark forest. Nobody dared to enter. It was a mysterious region and tales of people gone missing in the woods were commonplace.

Regardless, a person had come to the old shrine. The figure climbed up the stairs and stepped through the gate. Proceeding with downcast eyes, she knelt on the floor in front of the shrine and began muttering a prayer. It was then that something began to move in it's sleep.

In this abandoned region, in this abandoned shrine, the sleeping deity answered to the first plea she had heard in centuries. The prayer of a person who had opened up her heart for the very first time.

Show me,
what worth lies within the old fairy tales I used to love as a child?