Temple components and templates

The complete authored Kage temple experience, preserved as an interactive full-page document with its original navigation, scroll scenes, and local Three.js world.

An immersive five-scene journey through gate, path, garden, hall, and eternity, staging a fully procedural Japanese world behind flat monumental type, vertical chapter markers, a compact menu, and an authored loading sequence. The senbon-torii walk is paved in procedural flags that follow the corridor's own sway and rise, and the hero gate carries its roof as one swept tapered sweep.

The authored page exactly as written: the eroded limestone plinth turning under a stone lantern, wound about by skeins of spun light and a slow spiral of tumbling debris.

The same bluff carrying a medieval keep, laid stone by stone against a crown profile that decides how high each wall still stands — quoined corners, arched windows, a gate arch in the curtain wall, a turret taken down on its outward side, and a fire still burning in the broken crown.

A round table of rock carrying a polar maze carved by a depth-first walk — six rings of kerbstone with real dead ends, a hearth at the middle, and the one true route lit as a thread of light that walks itself from the mouth inward, seen from an eye lifted to read the plan.

The same rock quarried into two terraces for a Japanese shrine: a vermilion torii and its laid-up straw rope on the low ground, a stair between them, a pair of lit stone lanterns, and a hall whose bark roof holds a level ridge, an eave that lifts to its four corners, and crossed chigi at the gable.

Explore a real-time mountain river valley at golden hour, with sakura trees, a boat, temples, weather, and a changing day and night sky.

Kage’s procedural Kyoto mountain temple after dark, with the exact authored architecture, rain, mist, leaves, pointer wisps, camera composition, and bloom pipeline.

The same world engine turned on Yosemite Valley at last light: El Capitan and Cathedral Rocks under painted alpenglow, Half Dome at the head of the valley, a giant sequoia grove, and the Merced running out of frame.

A park above the Golden Gate at the end of the day: wind-sheared Monterey cypress over a green bluff, the bridge stretched across the strait in International Orange, the Marin headlands beyond it, and fog coming in under the sun.

The same engine turned cold: Mount Victoria under alpenglow at the head of a glacial lake, its snowline and hanging glacier painted by the massif routine, a spruce fringe down both shores, and the peak mirrored in turquoise water.