“…pyon.”
Your legs feel heavy. Good heavy. Safe heavy. The gohei taps your forehead once— pyon —and a warm, empty bliss floods down your spine.
From the corner of your eye, you see them. Cirno. Aya. A few nameless fairies. They stand in a loose ring at the edge of the clearing, swaying in perfect unison. Their mouths move silently, forming the same syllable over and over. Hypnosis Reimu -v1.13- -Pyon-Pyon-Pyon-
Each soft pyon lands inside your skull like a stone dropping into a still well.
You want to run. You want to scream. Instead, your own lips part, and a soft sound escapes. “…pyon
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.
Pyon. Pyon. Pyon.
Pyon.