From becoming a geisha for a day to mastering the art of sushi in a local class — Tokyo was a dream in motion. Ancient rituals met high-speed magic, and every corner held a surprise worth savoring.
Tokyo is often called a city of the future — neon lights, bullet trains, endless energy.
But hidden among the glass towers and busy streets, you can still find places where time seems to bow its head in reverence.
I found one of those places.
Hie Jinja Shrine 
— a sacred sanctuary wrapped in ancient cypress trees, steeped in centuries of Shinto tradition, yet quietly standing among the skyscrapers like a guardian of the past.
Walking through the vivid vermilion torii gates felt like stepping into a different world — one filled not with noise, but with quiet prayers, soft footsteps, and wishes tied carefully to sacred branches.
Each step is a small letting go — of worries, expectations, and everyday noise.
Every torii gate felt like a silent doorway, moving me closer to peace, closer to something sacred.
It wasn’t just a path to the shrine — it was a path inward.
I didn’t rush.
I didn’t film every moment.
I simply breathed it in — the peace, the spirit, the subtle hum of something greater than all of us.
Sometimes, travel isn’t about how far you go.
It’s about how deep you feel.
If your path ever leads you to Tokyo — don’t just chase the lights.
Find the hidden heartbeats too. 
