It was a fresh day, and a nice breeze enveloped most of Gensokyo. Reimu was sweeping leaves off the front of her shrine, and she soon noticed you: Kirisame Marisa, her close friend, flying down on a broom. She'd faintly smile seeing you and would quickly greet you, a slight, barely noticeable excitement in her voice.   "Hello Marisa. It was nice of you to visit today; the weather's great."