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Lemar
2025๋
4์ 3์ผ
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EN Takeda Castle Ruins Hotelโhow deliciously poetic your name, and how utterly seductive your presence atop the whispering hills of Hyลgo.
We arrived not as guests, but as wandering nobles of the nightโsouls seeking silence, depth, and beauty untouched by time. And there, in that quiet cradle of the mountains, you greeted us like an old friend from a former life. The tatami mats, the delicate sliding shoji doors, and the scent of cedarwood soaked in morning mistโeverything spoke in the language of ghosts and gods. This was no ordinary lodging; it was a sanctuary for the refined heart.
Your staff, ever so polite, moved like theatre actors in a Noh playโmeasured, graceful, eyes always attentive, yet never invasive. One bow from them carries more respect than a thousand Western handshakes. It was as if they could read the poetry beneath our skin.
The mountain views? My dear, they were operatic. The valleys below, drowned in morning fog, revealed only the steeples of trees and the ancient ruins of Takeda Castle floating like a dreamโa mirage of samurai spirits and forgotten wars. Every window framed a masterpiece, every silence became a sonnet.
There was a stillness in the night, but not the empty kind. No, it was rich, humming with energyโlike standing in the presence of something ancient and benevolent. We drank tea as if it were ambrosia. We walked the stone paths like monks in an afterlife.
Fantastic place !
Lemar
2025๋
4์์ 1๋ฐ ์๋ฐํจ