The gohei twitches. Your tongue freezes mid-syllable.
“You’re just in time,” Reimu says. Her voice is flat. Not angry. Not kind. Just there , like gravity. Her eyes are half-lidded, unfocused, but they track you perfectly. “Version 1.13. I’ve been debugging.”
From the corner of your eye, you see them. Cirno. Aya. A few nameless fairies. They stand in a loose ring at the edge of the clearing, swaying in perfect unison. Their mouths move silently, forming the same syllable over and over.
The figure-eight grows faster. The pyon becomes a chant. The shrine’s boundary with reality frays just a little more, replaced by a cozy, dreamlike loop where nothing unexpected ever happens. Where no one questions the maiden. Where every incident is solved before it begins. Hypnosis Reimu -v1.13- -Pyon-Pyon-Pyon-
Pyon.
Reimu nods, satisfied. “Good. Now, let’s begin the induction properly. Look at the gohei. Follow the light. Don’t think about resistance. Resistance is just another bug—and I’ve already patched it.”
Pyon. Pyon. Pyon.
You realize the pyon-pyon-pyon isn’t just a sound. It’s a waveform. A hypnotic carrier signal layered into the ambient reiki of the shrine. Every time you hear it, the edges of your thoughts blur. You try to recall why you came here. An incident? What incident? The memory slips away like a fish in murky water.
Pyon.
You want to run. You want to scream. Instead, your own lips part, and a soft sound escapes. The gohei twitches
Each soft pyon lands inside your skull like a stone dropping into a still well.
“That’s it,” Reimu whispers. She’s close enough now that you can see the faint, spiral-shaped glint deep in her pupils—a reflection of something not present in the physical world. A self-hypnosis loop she’s turned outward. “Let go of the incident. There is no incident. There is only the shrine. And the shrine needs peace.”
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