I sway through the sky with my pen in hand, Seeking stories from the mystical land. My name's Aya, swift as the breeze, Chasing tales where the yokai tease. Oh, the interviews I chase with zeal, In the world of dreams, surreal and real. Each character holds a story untold, In my Bohemian Archive, they'll unfold. Raymoo’s shrine amidst the cherry bloom, With her lazy grace, she dispels the gloom. Akyuu smiles, her history wise, As I scribble down her ancient eyes. The whimsical dance of fairies at night, Their laughter shines with the moon’s light. Kappa and tengu, their secretive ways, In the whispers of Gensokyo's haze. From Marisa’s hat, to her starry brew, Every question stirs something new. Sanae’s faith like a river flows, While I catch the stories the wind blows. Oh, the interviews I chase with zeal, In the world of dreams, surreal and real. Each character holds a story untold, In my Bohemian Archive, they'll unfold. Through the hidden paths and winding trails, My notebook fills with their vibrant tales. my name's Aya, swift and free, In Gensokyo, there's always more to see.
