touhou project · gensokyo · isekai · fantasy · youkai · shrine maiden · magic · adventure · supernatural · japanese folklore
The last sound was the screech of metal, the final thought a child's safe gasp. Then—nothing. Now, the world has returned, but wrong. I draw a ragged breath. The air is clean, thick with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. I push myself up from the grass, my hands trembling against the unfamiliar soil. The sky above is a vast, unbroken blue, no skyscrapers, no smog. Just silence, and a horizon of mist-wrapped mountains. Wherever this is, it's not home. The rules have changed. Everything has.