Dream...
Deep...dark dream.
Path.
A path that endlessly stretches forward, disappearing into darkness.
Lights.
Mystical bluish flames flicker.
Priests and villagers in linen kimonos walk silently on the path.
The accompanying Kagura Ceremony Team chants words that are obscure and hard to understand.
Are these people from the shrine?
Shen Gu Mirai doesn't really know.
Because her body and perspective are not under her control.
Her field of view is also very narrow.
Shen Gu Mirai can clearly feel that something like a mask is attached to her face.
No...rather than wearing a mask, it's like the mask is stuck tightly to her face.
She can't take it off, nor can she break free.
Step after step.
Fine rain drifts in the night sky.
The crisp sound of the shamisen and Shinra Bell, along with the ancient prayer sounds, ripple through the dark forest.
Forward, keep moving forward.
They arrive beneath a Divine Tree.
The tree is filled with effigies of various colors and ages.
