The truth.

Fragmentation of Memories

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The beginning of the end.

"First...we should go back inside. I want to check the shrine itself."
"I've already looked. There's nothing out of place in there."
"None that you could see. For that matter, can you say with confidence that you know everything about that building? Secrets in the walls, hidden passages, questionable histories. Even something you unwittingly picked up off the ground could be a god." As I speak, her face goes slightly pale – though that might be from the cold. Another good reason to start by going back inside.
"I've picked up a lot of stuff..." With widening eyes she nods her assent, first to me and then to the shrine. "So it's not, uh. Dangerous. Right? I mean if it was gonna do something it would've done it by now." As we walk, the whispering from before is discarded effortlessly. So much for secrecy.
"It has been quite a long time. It's possible that it used to bear a grudge which has already faded with the years, and it's possible that it's benevolent. If nothing else, I didn't immediately sense any curses."
"That's good!"
"It might be cursing something else that would put you or the shrine in danger indirectly, though."
"That's bad!"
"Which is why we're investigating. Now..." Stepping into the shrine, I'm greeted with a puff of hot air that instantly begins thawing my muscles and making it easier to focus on whatever energy may or may not be dwelling within. It's a terribly relaxing sensation, despite my overall discomfort. I suppose it could be said that the best part of being cold is warming up. "...Please, lead the way."

It's not often I'm given reason to be quite this focused. In the beginning I was too busy trying to dull my senses from the wall of hatred that seemed to flood me, and now anything important is too obvious to need it. It's always a rather amazing revelation, thinking about how much is filtered out for ease of thought, and it's equally amazing allowing yourself to truly feel everything. The slight sink in the floorb

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Not quite a CYOA, but the very few choices you make do make a difference.
"Argh..." I woke up, finding myself in what seemed to be a forest.

Trees surrounded me, and rocks dug into my skin. I lay there with torn clothes, trying to remember how and why I died. I was executed after days of torture...or so I thought. For some reason, I couldn't remember much else besides my name, age and home. My friends, family, job...I couldn't remember. It was as if they were blotted over with black paint. I clutched my head. It had suddenly started to hurt when I tried to remember. Tossing aside the prospect of remembering any more details, I looked around.

Where was I, anyway? Heaven? Hell?

I heard a rather high-pitched voice...a woman's voice. "Hey, are you okay?" I looked around groggily and spotted a young lady running towards me. She was dressed in a Japanese shrine maiden's outfit, her black shoes thumping lightly on the dirt. Long black hair, a frilly red ribbon and dark blue eyes...was I in Japan?

"Where am I?" I asked, first and foremost. The lady stooped down to my level and looked somewhat confused, head tilted to the side.

"You're in Gensokyo. Now that I think of it...you don't look familiar. Who are you?" the lady raised an eyebrow in suspicion, and I saw her hand clutch at a gohei.

"My name is Ichirou Ichimaru. Who are you, miss?"

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Is it time for an anon CYOA crappily done on the spot? YES.

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You trek up the grassy hills filled with lumbering trees lined up the ascending path. Eager to go do something manly like chopping up some wood, you brandish your trusty hatchet and clean it with a cloth. Ah, manual labor, how manly and strong!

Just then...a blur flashes through your eyes. Okay, maybe you shouldn't have emphasized how manly you were. Your eyes dart back and forth, wary of danger. A youkai...?

Showing no effort to be afraid, you raise up your hatchet. However, your knees don't feel the same way. "I-I'm not afraid, you know! I can take on any youkai? Ha!"

"Oh, really? Maybe you should take me on?" a voice calls out. The blur (well, not a blur now, obviously), steps out of the brush adjacent to you.

"Heh...you up for a challenge, then?" you try to bluff. She pauses, seriously contemplating it. You meant it as a joke...please don't take it seriously. You take this moment to observe her. The only striking details you catch is that she wears a tokin hat, and has a camera tied around her neck. Her fan is also clearly visible.

"Okay!" she says, snapping you out of your observations. "And stop staring, that's rude." Oops. Were you really that obvious? Hah- wait, she said yes? Ah...crap. You're not getting out of this one. She wears a solemn face. Then smiles. “Just kidding. You can't match me, you can't even fly!” You were about to point out that humans can fly...but didn't say anything because you yourself can't. Now...if that certain shrine maiden taught you.

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