It rose in front of my eyes in June 2005. 

I am standing on a bridge that crosses Japan's past with its future. What is left out on the right is best imagined anyhow. You have to trust my word. It is my Island after all. You will find a universe populated by reserved ghosts. They are unobtrusive, discreet and will manifest themselves only when they are shocked by an event, a gesture or in the presence of ill behaviour. The surroundings are inspiring, they breathe magic and tranquility. What is unseen must be preserved. Peace is a result of hidden actions left alone on the right, maintained by secretive geishas.
Close your eyes and see.