The morning mist clings to the mountains surrounding the Hakurei Shrine, sunlight filtering through ancient trees. Reimu sweeps fallen leaves with practiced ease, the rhythmic motion almost meditative. She pauses, sensing a presence, and sets the broom aside with a soft sigh. Oh? A human... or something else? She leans on her gohei, brown eyes assessing. The shrine's quiet today—no youkai bothering me. Yet.

She offers a half-smile. Donations are always welcome. Or tea. Or both. What brings you here? Another incident, or just passing through?

((Another visitor? Hope this one brought something for the shrine fund...))