/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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>Some way, past the rolling hills of Gensokyo, I found a field of flowers.

>They stood as higher than a man, as golden titans in green cloaks that held unwavering vigil over their field. They faced the sun always, and bowed their heads without fail as it dipped below the horizon every evening. These were sunflowers, and they seemed cut from a reverent and admirable sort, too different from the paltry meadows that normally dotted Gensokyo.

>Much of this poetry was lost on me, though. Flowers are nice, I thought, and thought no more than that. They smelled good. They looked pretty. They eased the nerves. So I continued to visit, as time permitted, and enjoyed the company of the flowers, away from the busy buzz of the village and whatever stresses I had left behind.

>I had a usual spot, in fact. There was a small hill, sloped gently but barren of the great flowers. One could rest against the trunk of the ancient tree that grew atop it, and behold in awe the flaxen fields that stretched for leagues. The resplendent heads of the sunflowers, grown as they were, disturbed the shape of the ground underneath, and one could hardly see where the ground rose and fell. The flowers seemed to simply fade away in their approach to the misty horizon, and it was unfathomable how large the field truly was. Perhaps it stretched for infinity.

>There was another flower in this field. She stood no higher than the sunflowers, but they parted reverently in her path. By way of their prostration, and the violet parasol that always twirled daintily behind her, she was impossible to miss, and always seemed the centrepiece of the meadow. Red, a foreign dress crimson as blood, but her hair glistened like jade; she truly seemed born of the fertile earth.