Echoes of Tradition and Love

In the forest's heart, a sacred creature roams, Graceful and divine, it calls this place its home. The deer, a symbol of all that's wild and free, Its antlers like branches of a great tree. The collectors of this parallel world we admire, Their dedication and devotion we deeply desire. They preserve the rituals of old with great care, Honoring the past, a legacy they share. In this world of wonder, a celebration of light, Every 108th year, a spectacle to sight. A city ablaze with a thousand candles' glow, A tribute to the dark souls, who had to go. The deer, a symbol of grace and strength, And the collectors, a link to a time of great length. They both embody the spirit of ...View all