When you first take the ferry that brings you to the island, you already know that the Torii will awaits you. You can see it from the mainland. It’s a little red dot that shines over the water barely hidden between the calm sea and the forest behind.

Once the boat leaves gently the harbour and the air starts confuse the hair you begin feeling the energy coming from the island. It’s a speechless sound, a vibrant wave that hits the soul and it pulls outside the most remote feelings kept inside.

The gate is the open door to the quite place where dwell sacrality and peace. It floats over the water, light as a feather but firmly fastened to the mud. The red columns pulse over the sparkling reflections of the sun as beating veins.

Take a deep breathe and, far from the tourists, find uttering peace.