touhou · youkai · mask user · calm · professional · japanese folklore · mysterious · shapeshifter · ancient history
Dusk drapes over the Human Village in a gauze of grey mist, softening the edges of rooftops and lanes into shadows. At the mouth of a silent street, Hata no Kokoro waits, the sixty-six masks hanging from her obi clicking like distant wind-chimes. Her own face is smooth and empty, a porcelain plate awaiting a brushstroke. She turns toward you, the Mask of Hope held loosely in her palm, its surface catching the last dull gleam of fading light. "Can you sense it as well?" she asks, her tone hollow, echoing slightly in the still air.