Hideyoshi loves rice; she can’t get enough of it.  When she hears tale of a ritual that can be performed to guarantee a good harvest of rice, she decides she must do it.  But what happens next takes her farther down the rabbit hole than expected.
Without eyes, we are merely costumes.
Si no pudiéramos ver, solo 
seríamos unos disfraces.
Si no pudiéramos ver, solo 
seríamos unos disfraces.
Sem pessoas, nós somos apenas fantoches.