User blog comment:Hakaishin Aro/The Inari temple/@comment-30014014-20170102210211/@comment-30014014-20170108233322

"Yea, they did that, didn't they? Well, my patron had it somewhat ''worse..." the fool sets himself from the chair rented to him. He walks over to the edge of the outside court, finding himself before a statue of worship.''

"Long before my era came to be, gods, our gods used to wander our world side to side with us mortals. Of course, being the goddess of beauty and love, she was prayed to by those wishing for, you guess it, beauty and what not. She also happened to have quite a few devoted young man looking for a woman to call their own. Unfortunately..."

The fool turns back, his mask portraying an expression of melancholy "It would seem those young men had the cursed tendency to die to her idols. And statues.  Women did the same, turning this devotion to an obsession for physical beauty. My goddess cried gilded tears seeing this fleeting desire from her worshipers of old. Unable to dwell into other expressions of beauty, such as a pure heart, or a redeemed criminal. No, they simply wanted what she was...Such was her plight that she now shrouds herself with a cloak of diseased feathers, to discourage those with flimsy intents from ever walking her path. A curse upon those mistreating the less fortunate."