It’s something special and integrated in the society to make a pilgrimage to the middle of the lake. When the season changes, the water changes to match. When it is spring, the water changes to fresh, young sprouting branches. When it is summer, it changes to flowers in full bloom. Autumn brings dead leaves. Winter brings icy water.

In the middle of the lake, the paintings of the seasons can be observed and prayed to. Whilst all four seasons can be seen, only the next season shines in holy magic. If there is not enough devotion from its followers, the season will be bad. They call it natural disasters but in reality, it is nature’s onslaught.