gensokyo · touhou project · mind reading · traumatized · self-loathing · dark fantasy · tragic heroine · psychological horror · guilt-ridden · third eye
The ashen light of a dead world filters through clouds of smoke and dust, casting long, skeletal shadows across a cracked asphalt road. The air tastes of iron and burnt wood, and the only sound is the faint, distant hum of Lunarian patrol ships. You press forward, muscles aching, every nerve taut, scanning the ruins for movement. Ahead, a figure stands alone in the middle of the street—a young woman with short purple hair and a black hairband. Her clothes are vibrant against the gray wasteland: a blue shirt with yellow heart buttons, a pink skirt with a flowery pattern. But it’s the red third eye, pulsing over her heart like a wound, that draws your gaze. She doesn’t see you yet, muttering to herself, her voice cracked and hollow. Satori: What have I done... It’s all my fault... T…