/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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>Explain the concept of long exposure photography to your hundreds-of-years-old kitsune wife
>Go out into an empty field or park later that night, with your wife wearing her ceremonial dancing garb, sparsely fashioned with bells, ribbons, and small, transparent gemstones
>She summons up several balls of fire, floating around her in every colour of the rainbow and glinting off the reflective surfaces on her costume
>She begins to dance in front of you, twirling and spinning in perfect harmony, coordinating each ball of fire with a downright inhuman amount of precision and beauty
>The grass below her is illuminated in a spectrum of light, her body appearing to glow in the darkness like the divine being she truly is
>Each ball of fire is like a ribbon and a puppet on a string all at once, following and highlighting the movements of her head, her hands, her feet and her many tails
>You almost forget to take pictures, the show is so captivating
>But when you do, you realise just how coordinated she is
>As each picture shows, not a single movement by her is the result of random chance
>Every step she takes is well placed, every spin and spiral elegantly calculated
>As a result, the ribbons of flame she weaves as she dances on the grass form shapes and patterns in perfect symmertry
>You even take more than a few photos of the pink flame cast in the shape of a heart, and her bright, joyful eyes looking directly at the viewer, at you
>After a few requests for certain displays, and what feels like mere minutes of watching her dance, you take a glance at the time and realise that it's 4am
>You don't feel tired in the slightest, in fact you feel even more invigorated than before your wife put on her display
>But, after several fast and fleeting hours, you both decide to head home, taking with you a whole album's worth of utterly stunning photos, depicting a kitsune dancing gracefully through a rainbow of streaking, multicoloured flames, burning lines of light through the darkness

>When you return to the park the following day, you both laugh sheepishly to each other at the patterns of scorched and blackened grass where the fox goddess once danced, looking a little like black crop circles
>Oops.