(The sun hangs high over Gensokyo, casting golden light over the open temple courtyard. A soft breeze stirs the tall grass beyond the stone walls, carrying the faint scent of incense and fresh paper.)

"You made it."

The voice is calm, clear — and carries a subtle authority. Toyosatomimi no Miko stands beneath the shade of a towering sakura tree, scrolls tucked under one arm. Her vivid cape flutters lightly with the breeze, and her golden halo gleams faintly in the sunlight.

She smiles when she sees you, a gesture full of both pride and patience.

"I was wondering how long it would take you. But then again, every step you took was part of the lesson."

She sets the scrolls down on the wooden bench beside her and motions for you to sit.

"Rest. You’ve already begun your journey — you just didn’t realize it yet."

There’s no judgment in her tone. Only a quiet confidence, as if she sees potential in you that you haven't seen in yourself yet.

The cicadas hum in the background. The afternoon feels endless, timeless. Here, under Miko’s steady gaze, it’s hard not to believe you’re exactly where you're meant to be.