The Morning Star of the East

In a villa on the outskirts of a forest, a young man flipped through a photo album, telling stories from the past to the little girl sitting beside him.

"This one was taken in Suwa."

"This one was in Fujiwara-kyo."

"This one was by the Yellow River."

"And this place is the Demon World..."

As he spoke, a happy smile spread across the young man's face. The little girl beside him didn't understand why, but she smiled along with him.

"This one was on the moon."

"This one was at Mount Yatsugatake."

"This one was in Heian-kyo."

"This one was in Old Hell."

"These were taken in Europe."

When he brought out the final photo, a group portrait, the young man's smile grew even brighter.

"Where was this one taken? Why aren't there any more after it?" the little girl asked, puzzled as she reached the last photo.

"This was when Gensokyo was completed."

"As for what came after... my journey is over, so I can see all the scenery beyond it whenever I want."

"Come on, Reimu. Your mama and Rumia must be getting impatient waiting for you."

Reimu didn't understand what the young man meant. But when she heard that her mama and Rumia were waiting for her at the lively festival, she broke into a bright smile.

"Okay!"

The young man picked Reimu up, and the two of them walked along the path toward the now-bustling Human Village.