My mouse moved on its own, drawing complex danmaku (bullet) patterns across my desktop icons.
The smell of incense filled my bedroom. I looked at my window—it wasn't my street outside anymore. It was a dense, fog-filled bamboo forest. The Visitor Touhou.Gensokyo.Visitor.rar
The "Visitor" in the filename wasn't me visiting Gensokyo. It was the other way around. My mouse moved on its own, drawing complex
I tried to force a shutdown, but the power button felt like cold stone. A new window popped up—a retro-style dialogue box with a portrait of Reimu Hakurei. Her eyes weren't the usual pixel art; they were hyper-realistic, tracking my movement across the room. My mouse moved on its own