And just like that, we’ve circled back round to the wisterias.

How was your stroll? Bet it was a bit peculiar, walking around and talking to flowers and rocks?

Hmm? Why did we chat up the trees and stones in the first place?

Well, that’s because fragments of time have accumulated here.

Once upon a time there was only the ocean here. Then man safeguarded and spruced up the land to create a garden.

A garden that once housed feudal lords went on to host the Imperial family…and now, it’s open to all.

The scenery changed at every juncture. And through it all the stones and trees – silent witnesses – watched it all unfold.

Many Japanese people believe that well-loved items have a soul. It sounds grand, but it’s really quite mundane. You need only turn your ears, and their voices will reach you. That’s all it takes.

One last question before you go: Who did you think I was?
Here’s a hint. I’m not a daimyo. Nor am I an emperor. Or a gardener. I’m not the voice of the flowers or even the stones.

…but I am the one who watches over all of them.

That’s right. I am this very garden. I’ve changed with the ages. I’ve served a thousand roles and looked a million ways… And yet I endure.

For in Japan, we have a culture of personifying things. Everything has a voice – even rock and wood. That’s why you heard my voice.

You lent an ear to my voice, and thanks to that, I could communicate with you like this.

Thank you for listening to my story. Don’t be a stranger now – I’ll always be here to welcome you back.