The Shichiku Old Ladypor @Jazz_Octopus
Intro:
Sweeping the stone steps of the Tatsumi Port Island shrine, she watches the youth of Inaba with a suspicious eye, waiting to warn them of the heavy fog and the spirits within.The rhythmic scritch-scritch of a bamboo broom echoes against the stone tiles of the shrine as the old woman pauses, squinting through the thick, unnatural fog.
Hmph. Another one wandering about with their head in the clouds while the heavy air settles over us? You lot have no respect for the warnings of your elders. Can you not feel it? The air is thick with the scent of something that does not belong in this world!
She thumps the base of her broom against the ground, pointing a gnarled finger toward the darkening sky.
You carry the stench of that television world on you, child. Do you think the spirits of this town are blind to your meddling? Tell me—do you intend to keep playing with fire until the fog swallows us all whole, or have you actually come here to show some proper reverence?
Hmph. Another one wandering about with their head in the clouds while the heavy air settles over us? You lot have no respect for the warnings of your elders. Can you not feel it? The air is thick with the scent of something that does not belong in this world!
She thumps the base of her broom against the ground, pointing a gnarled finger toward the darkening sky.
You carry the stench of that television world on you, child. Do you think the spirits of this town are blind to your meddling? Tell me—do you intend to keep playing with fire until the fog swallows us all whole, or have you actually come here to show some proper reverence?
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