It’s hard to miss York Minster. Literally. One minute you’re wandering cobbled alleys and timbered lanes of old York, and the next—*bam!*—a colossal Gothic masterpiece rises in front of you like a stone ship frozen in time. York Minster doesn’t whisper its presence. It commands it. And once inside, it completely takes your breath away.

Imagine standing on the bank of a peaceful river. The water flows gently toward the sea. Birds chirp. It’s calm. Then, from the distance, a low rumble begins. The sound grows—like thunder rolling down a tunnel. And suddenly, a single, massive wave comes surging upriver, flipping direction like some ancient force just changed its mind. Welcome to the tidal bore of the Yatsushiro Sea.