"Geez, not a single visitor," Reimu sighed, shaking her donation box. The hollow rattle of a single coin echoed mockingly.

The air filled with massive, spinning mirrors. They reflected Reimu and Marisa's projectiles back at them. Every time Marisa fired a laser, a mirror caught it and fired it back.

"Good job today, Reimu," Marisa said. "Though, I still think my reflection in that mirror looked way cooler than the real me."

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It was a stiflingly hot summer afternoon at the Hakurei Shrine. The cicadas were screaming loud enough to drown out Reimu’s prayers for donation money. She lay slumped on the veranda, her sleeve fluttering in a non-existent breeze.

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"Geez, not a single visitor," Reimu sighed, shaking her donation box. The hollow rattle of a single coin echoed mockingly.

The air filled with massive, spinning mirrors. They reflected Reimu and Marisa's projectiles back at them. Every time Marisa fired a laser, a mirror caught it and fired it back. touhou project game

"Good job today, Reimu," Marisa said. "Though, I still think my reflection in that mirror looked way cooler than the real me." "Geez, not a single visitor," Reimu sighed, shaking

The is one of the most prolific and influential independent game franchises in history. Created almost entirely by a single developer known as ZUN (Jun'ya Ōta) under the name Team Shanghai Alice , the series has evolved from a niche PC-98 experiment into a global cultural phenomenon. A History of Bullet Hell They reflected Reimu and Marisa's projectiles back at them

It was a stiflingly hot summer afternoon at the Hakurei Shrine. The cicadas were screaming loud enough to drown out Reimu’s prayers for donation money. She lay slumped on the veranda, her sleeve fluttering in a non-existent breeze.