The vermilion Sacred Bridge, like a bow suspended over the azure waters, is the solemn prelude to the Nikko Mountain landscape. Autumn is the best time to visit—the bridge's crimson hue intertwines with the scarlet hues of the surrounding forests in the play of light and shadow, while the cool, clear Otani River flows beneath, carrying fallen leaves and shards of sunlight. Standing before the bridge, the wind scatters vibrant colors across the treetops, as if this sacred bridge connects not only the two banks but also the human world with the secluded, sacred realm of the mountains. The bridge pillars, firmly rooted in the rushing water, bear the marks of time like rust, silently recounting four centuries of weathering. The moment your footsteps creak on the wooden planks, you feel as if you are crossing not just a bridge, but a journey from the hustle and bustle to the tranquility of late autumn, a journey towards the distant, divine time of the temple bells.