Underground Sun

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During her time “away” from Gensokyo, Okina had made sure to at least keep somewhat in the loop about what was going on.  But in regards to the Underground however, her intelligence was extremely limited.  She just never thought much of it, believing it would be of little significance to Gensokyo at large.  But after hearing about the incident the shrine maiden had embarked on down there a few years ago, she decided it may perhaps be worth checking out.  She did recall hearing about a satori that acted as a sort of administrator for the former location of Hell, so she figured she’d start there.  

From within the depths of the hidden goddess’s realm, she summoned forth a gateway that would lead her directly through the back door of the Palace of Earth Spirits.  Upon stepping through, she was a bit taken aback by how expansive the mansion was.  

“For a lone occupant, I admit this is rather excessive…” she said to herself, the irony being completely lost on her.  She wandered the almost-cavernous halls of the manor, admiring the intricate stained-glass windows that adorned the walls, and occasionally breaking the silence with a quick “Hello?” or “Anybody here?”  She did eventually come across a few stray animals, which had apparently been awoken from their naps by her calls and fled upon sight of her.  But aside from that, her trespassing seemed to have gone unnoticed…  Or so she thought.

Big.

Being a newly made god was confusing at times. There were so many new sensations to sort through and so many new layers to the world to see it through. For a simple minded person like Okuu, that usually manifested in feelings rather than coherent thoughts. Ironically, someone more intelligent might have questioned those impulses and wasted their divinity mulling over their own new sense of being.

When Okuu’s mind said hide, she did. Not just up in the cavernous darkness of the halls’ rafters, but her divine presence as well. She didn’t really understand fully what this person was, wandering through her home, but it was enough to tell that she was huge. Tall in form of stature that she couldn’t put into words.

Big in a cosmic sense.

“Aaaaw…”

“Wanna see me blow up the Earth!?”

Amaterasu?

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