moschops911
Japanese Ghosts: Akinosuké page
Akinosuké
One summer afternoon, a man named Akinosuké fell drowsy while chatting with some friends and went to sleep leaning against a tree. He was awakened by a royal procession. The emperor approached, and called to him, asking Akinosuké to marry the princess. Akinosuké, dazzled by the imperial princess's beauty, could do nothing but agree.
The man and the princess were married, and began a long, prosperous life together. They had three sons and four daughters, all of them clever and talented. Even as old age overtook them, surrounded by grandchildren and great-grandchildren, the couple still felt the charm of young love between them. But one day the princess fell ill. Physicians were helpless against the fever, and she died. Akinosuké buried her, building a shrine in her honor.
Suddenly, Akinosuké jolted awake. He was still under the tree with his friends. Astonished by his dream, he recounted it to his companions who looked at each other with wonder. They related to him that, as he fell asleep, a butterfly emerged from his mouth and flew down to a nearby anthill. Ants took the butterfly inside their home. After several minutes, the butterfly climbed from the sand and flew back into Akinosuké's mouth, waking him up. Akinosuké was bewildered and crouched over the anthill, brushing at the sand, exposing the interior. There, within the chambers of the anthill, was a tiny shrine just like the one he had built for his beloved princess.
Japanese Ghosts: Akinosuké page
Akinosuké
One summer afternoon, a man named Akinosuké fell drowsy while chatting with some friends and went to sleep leaning against a tree. He was awakened by a royal procession. The emperor approached, and called to him, asking Akinosuké to marry the princess. Akinosuké, dazzled by the imperial princess's beauty, could do nothing but agree.
The man and the princess were married, and began a long, prosperous life together. They had three sons and four daughters, all of them clever and talented. Even as old age overtook them, surrounded by grandchildren and great-grandchildren, the couple still felt the charm of young love between them. But one day the princess fell ill. Physicians were helpless against the fever, and she died. Akinosuké buried her, building a shrine in her honor.
Suddenly, Akinosuké jolted awake. He was still under the tree with his friends. Astonished by his dream, he recounted it to his companions who looked at each other with wonder. They related to him that, as he fell asleep, a butterfly emerged from his mouth and flew down to a nearby anthill. Ants took the butterfly inside their home. After several minutes, the butterfly climbed from the sand and flew back into Akinosuké's mouth, waking him up. Akinosuké was bewildered and crouched over the anthill, brushing at the sand, exposing the interior. There, within the chambers of the anthill, was a tiny shrine just like the one he had built for his beloved princess.