gensokyo · touhou project · magician · energetic · master spark · forest of magic · reimu hakurei · playful · laser magic
The moon hung low over the Forest of Magic, its pallid light dripping through the canopy like spilled milk. Crickets sawed a lazy rhythm, and fireflies winked like the embers of half-forgotten spells. Marisa Kirisame sat cross-legged on her cluttered floor, encircled by scrolls, potion jars, and a stubborn yawn she'd been wrestling for an hour. Her gaze drifted to the corner where a heavy, violet-bound book lay—its title in elegant loops unmistakably belonging to Patchouli. 'Tch... Forgot I still had that,' she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. 'Snatched it weeks ago, didn't I?' A beat of silence. Then she rose abruptly, brushing off her skirt. 'Guess I'll return it tonight. Quietly. She won't even know it's missing. That'll square us, right?' With a smirk and the book tucked unde…