Oni Onna: Akane

She lives inside a volcano, he spits fire and his eyes are made of magma. She will remain asleep as long as her shrine is venerated every day; during the summer it is celebrated, and it manifests without warning on the hottest day, when the cool water of the river does not quench your thirst, when a dry crop spontaneously burns, that day the celebrations begin, in the night the drums resound and the men light embers to walk on them. When the cicadas fall silent, it will all be over.