can you express that in a useful way to Inari?
Not sure. This is the realm of the poet (probably the best way to describe it is "the feeling that you're in a Ted Hughes poem") and I'm not one. But here's an excerpt from something I wrote a while ago, set in a desert, that might get across something like it:
I get the sense almost of being watched, not by eyes in any one place, but maybe by the sun-blaze and the heat, even the rocks themselves. Perhaps, in this place where everything else has been burnt away, there’s nothing to distract from what is everywhere: so still, so quiet, that no one ever notices it.
It's a state where the imagination becomes more sensitive to possibilities, to where a collection of lumps on a yew-tree branch that looks like a face might actually be some ancient being trapped inside screaming, even though the rational mind alongside the imagination knows it's no such thing. But it's wholly subjective, of course, and is built up from everything you've experienced or read or thought about such places before, and also desire for how you want the world to be. It's an atmosphere built up from a thousand ghosts, either your own or someone else's.