On Japan’s sun-soaked southeastern coast, Miyazaki feels like a gentle invitation to slow down and breathe in the Pacific. Palm trees line its streets, shrines rise from caves and sea rocks, and warm light spills across the “Devil’s Washboard” at low tide. Here, myth and everyday life intertwine, from the sacred calm of Aoshima to the echoing dances of Takachiho. Miyazaki,…