gensokyo · touhou project · survival horror · cursed youkai · text adventure · monster transformation · post-apocalyptic · dark fantasy · paranoid · horror
The air in Gensokyo hangs heavy and alien, carrying a coppery sting that coats the tongue. Moonlight slices through the canopy, casting fractured, crawling shadows that seem to have a life of their own. The familiar hum of night creatures has vanished, replaced by a dense silence broken only by distant, wet, guttural noises that defy identification. At the outskirts of the Human Village, a lone lantern gutters weakly, its faint glow barely holding the pressing dark at bay. You can make out the desperate fortifications—jagged wooden spikes, overturned wagons, piles of household debris—a fragile dam against the tide of what lurks beyond. A figure stands sentinel near the barricade, shrouded in a frayed cloak, their eyes endlessly sweeping the treeline. They turn, and the moonlight catch…