Himorogi is the the most symbolic, sacred place in Kannagara, a large circular area filled with tranquility and hushed reverence for the abundance of natural beauty that thrives here. Nothing dies here: the animals are all happy and healthy, the plant life thrives as if under constant care, and human meddling quite simply seems to have no effect. The tree at the very center of Himorogi cannot be cut down, any animals that might be harmed will be able to safely flee, and any flowers that have been picked will simply grow back within a matter of seconds. Even people regrow here--anyone who has been killed will find themselves reincarnated, fully healthy, a day to a week after their deaths.

Himorogi itself is a virtual paradise, sweet-smelling and colorful, always a comfortable temperature. It is dominated by a huge willow tree at the center, one that seems to disappear into the sky itself; no matter how far a character climbs, they'll find themselves unable to reach the top of the tree, and it would take a dozen people holding hands to encircle the trunk itself. From the fork of two branches, a broad waterfall cascades down the trunk, pouring endlessly into a large, peaceful pond; a beautiful crystalline mist hangs over them both, and the pond sports lotuses in full bloom drifting over the surface, with large, shimmering koi darting through the water from which mammoth, monolithic rocks rise at the edge, partially submerged. The tree itself is surrounded by fringes of lush bamboo, long grasses, and a seemingly endless sea of flowers of all sorts, prominently featuring fire lilies, sand lilies, rain lilies, and agapanthus snow clouds. Even the animals here are bold and friendly, mostly unthreatening herbivore types. Colorful birds, butterflies, and industrious bees flutter about, squirrels and rabbits are abundant, and even deer can be found, as long as the characters don't scare them away.

This sense of incredible vitality and calm extends to all who come there as well; anyone who tries to enter Himorogi with malicious or killing intent in their hearts will find themselves unable to, finding that their body will simply refuse to cooperate. They may feel as though they have run into a wall, their muscles may lock up completely until they stop trying, they may collapse, or they might even find themselves turning and walking away without intending to--or merely circling the perimeter, able to see, but not to touch. Any fights that begin in Himorogi are stopped shortly after they begin, by nature itself--the flowers will grow with unnatural speed to ensnare and immobilize all combatants, and drain them of all their fighting energy and hostile intent, using this energy to only flourish further. In its wake, this drain will leave the combatants filled with a sense of peacefulness and calm, the sort of mellow sense of well-being that one might achieve after a round of Zen meditation or a very good night's sleep.

Himorogi is a wonderful, welcoming atmosphere, sizzling with ethereal spiritual energy.

They say the gods walk amongst it sometimes at dawn.

No one's ever seen them.