"Mist envelops the deep mountains, the water harp's sound startles the ghostly dream..."
"Tea grows in ancient temples, plain paper drifts to summon old spirits..."
Oogami Nui murmured softly, striking the copper gong, the echo from afar seemed to bring other sounds. The window cracked, and the chandelier flickered with a faulty connection.
Minamoto Tamako was so scared that she clung to Fushimi Roku, never having witnessed such a scene in her life. Even though she knew there was nothing to fear from ghosts, the atmosphere felt like the prelude to a ghost appearing in a horror movie.
"Return, O spirits!!"
Oogami Nui raised her withered arms and emitted a hoarse scream that was almost a howl. Everyone jumped in fright, leaning back instinctively.
Fushimi Roku squinted, observing carefully, feeling a sense of déjà vu like watching soul-calling rituals in the countryside in a past life.
