Somewhere in Gensokyo, a youkai pauses mid-flight, confused. For a moment, she could have sworn she heard a faint, rhythmic whisper on the wind. But the feeling passes. Everything is fine. Everything has always been fine.
You didn’t come here for this. You came to report an incident—fairies acting strangely, drifting in circles, muttering about "the new rule." But the moment you stepped past the torii gate, the air thickened. The usual scent of incense and old wood was replaced by something sweeter. Cloying. Like poppies and static. Hypnosis Reimu -v1.13- -Pyon-Pyon-Pyon-
Each soft pyon lands inside your skull like a stone dropping into a still well. Somewhere in Gensokyo, a youkai pauses mid-flight, confused
“Sleep now. When you wake, you’ll remember only the peace. And you’ll bring it to others. Pyon-pyon-pyon~” Everything is fine
You want to run. You want to scream. Instead, your own lips part, and a soft sound escapes.
The figure-eight grows faster. The pyon becomes a chant. The shrine’s boundary with reality frays just a little more, replaced by a cozy, dreamlike loop where nothing unexpected ever happens. Where no one questions the maiden. Where every incident is solved before it begins.