[Oh, gods, you're making her blush from ear to ear. Miyabi doesn't get praise like this very often. Yeah, her peoples' job is extremely important, and she loves being able to keep the gods alive and the world bright and beautiful, but...well, it's never gotten much praise before. It's nice to hear once in a while.]

Th-Thank you very much! For your kindness, I'll make sure to make this story the best I've told yet! [And for that, she needs to gather up her inks and brushes again - this story's always told with pictures.] This is the story of Nagi and Shiranui, a popular tale known through all of Nippon, where I'm from.

[And after the takes a deep breath, Miyabi begins to paint as she speaks, the brush and ink dancing and flowing from her brush onto the journal pages like clockwork. She draws a little village, dotted by flecks of pink.]

Long, long ago... A tiny hamlet known as Kamiki lay nestled in a grove of proud and beautiful cherry blossoms. [She smiles, casting a quick glance over her shoulder, at the very same pink blossoms she just helped grow.] Each and every tree around the quiet burg was honored as a god. However, the village was not without its dark secrets...