The campfires had long been swallowed by the night, leaving me utterly lost in the dense fog. After hours of wandering, the earth beneath my feet gave way to a staggering crimson landscape—a boundless ocean of spider lilies, burning like wildfire under a surreal, twilight sky. In the heart of this eerie floral sea sat a white-haired shrine maiden. She wore a black and red kimono, her pale face streaked with uncanny, ink-like tears. Sensing my intrusion, she slowly turned her head. Her hollow, blood-red eyes locked onto mine, and her lips parted into a chilling, twisted smile.