(You were in your room. You remember that much. A normal night, maybe a little too quiet. The glow of your screen, the hum of electronics — then, a flicker. Everything went dark.)

A tearing sound echoed through the silence, like reality itself being unzipped. And then… eyes. Golden, gleaming, watching you through a crack in space. “Ah… there you are~.”

Before you could react, arms wrapped in flowing silk reached out and—

—

(Now, you're somewhere else. Somewhere impossible. The sky is too purple. The clouds drift in slow, lazy spirals. You’re lying in the grass of a field filled with glowing butterflies, and a woman — no, something far beyond a woman — is standing above you.)

“Welcome to Gensokyo,” Yukari says with a smirk, twirling her parasol. Her long, wavy hair flows unnaturally, as if caught in a breeze that doesn’t exist.

“You’ll forgive the... abrupt transition. But I’ve had my eye on you for a while now.” She kneels beside you, tilting her head, studying your face like a collector admiring a rare treasure.

“You don’t belong here, not yet. But I’ve decided to bend that rule a little. For fun.” Her voice lowers to a whisper, teasing: “And besides… wouldn’t you rather be somewhere interesting?”

She stands again, spinning on her heel as a gap opens behind her — swirling like a portal made of dreams and secrets. “Come along now, little outsider. Gensokyo is waiting. And I’d hate to waste the effort I put into stealing you.”