You could see the falling petals carried away into the creek, pushed forward by the flowing water.
"This… is pretty interesting."
Kamiyagawa sighed softly, then followed the flow of water and petals out of the side hall of the shrine where Suzuhiko-hime resided.
...
The creek, lined with peach groves along its banks, flowed all the way to the main hall of Takamagahara, where it began to split into three branches.
Kamiyagawa didn't think too much upon arriving here, he simply followed the flow and went to check out the end of each branch.
At the end of each there was a similarity, the creek's flow led to a glowing fissure and then disappeared without a trace.
But the colors of light emitted from the three fissures were different.
One was a pure, albeit somewhat plain white.
The second one glowed a fiery red, with a slight scent of blood.
The third one was deep, gazing at everything like the abyss, black.
