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RE Fatal Frame Yuki-Futago Eldrithe Whisperwind X HikariNoEiyuu Diary Entry of Tomoyo Yukimura January 12th, Sunday 1992 This is Tomoyo Yukimura, I hope to write here as my sister Fuyuko and I finally travel to a place we've always dreamed of going. I still can't believe that our parents have allowed for us to climb Mt. Iwaki- You should've seen the look on Fuyuko's face, I didn't think we could get any paler seeing as we're albinos. In just a few days, my sister and I will turn eighteen, an age that will usher in tons of new choices and experiences in our lives. I'm honestly a bit nervous, even though we're still young I feel like time is flying by. However that makes it all the more reason for us to enjoy this time we'll have together before then! I remember us packing our bags hurriedly, wanting to go out and finally see more of the world. Growing up in our town isn't bad, but I was itching for a change of pace. After about half a day we had made it to the base of the mountain, where we took up residence at a hotel. At last we were here, and sleep was the last thing on our minds as we hashed out the details of our upcoming journey. Lack of sleep had no effect on us however, as we were up relatively early and as cheery as ever. I scrambled to find my clothes while Fuyuko checked on our gear- perhaps she was even more excited than I am? We exited the hotel and gazed up at Mt. Iwaki, and after exchanging glances we started our ascension. 2 Days Later It doesn't feel like we've made much progress, but i'd rather be slow than rush and make a fatal mistake. Just because we're excited doesn't mean that we don't realize how difficult this journey is- however now that I'm here I don't blame our parents for not wanting us to do this. Regret is not an emotion to be had right now though, so I've pushed the thought to the back of my mind, at least until we're on safe terrain. Even though it's windy, there seems to be occasional strong gushes that almost make me feel like I'm going to be carried away. We need to stick close and keep a tight grip on our equipment as we scale upward. As we continued, Fuyuko realized that the route we had decided was not so safe, so I heeded her orders. It was almost as if she had an exact idea of where to go, and the further this way we went, the stronger the wind blew at us. After quite some time, we finally reached somewhere that wasn't just snow and rock. It appeared to be the remains of an old shrine, however in all my reading up on Mt. Iwaki I had never heard of one being up here. We stared up at a staircase that eerily seemed to fade off in the distance. The plan was to continue up the mountain, but curiosity had gotten the better of us as we started to carefully climb up the stairs. As I looked carefully at my feet, I noticed that chunks of stone were missing, but the ice was so thick that it made no difference where I stepped. A fall on these stairs would certainly cause a hefty injury, and probably death if we landed on our heads right. Reaching the top of the staircase brought us to a looming darkness, where Fuyuko's torch was barely able to show us a path. Going forward wasn't the wisest choice, but turning around would probably have just led to us getting lost. Our steady pace onward finally was rewarded, as a light dawned on us, as if welcoming us to what was ahead. End of Diary Entry What laid in front of the sisters was an old village that seemed to be cradled by the mountain slope. The gusts of wind they had encountered earlier had almost vanished, making the village seem like it was completely seperate from the mountain, had it not been for the thick veil of snow all around. I have no idea, this was nowhere in the books about this place... Tomoyo stood in awe of the area, did no one realize that this place existed? While some areas looked salvageable, most of the houses seemed to have fallen apart with old age. The village seemed to be tightly knit, as houses were bundled close, leaving plenty of room for possible crops during warmer months. The village was able to traverse to different areas via bridges, one of which seemed to hover over a river that seemed to be frozen over. Tomoyo looked over at her sister, who seemed to almost disappear in the landscape, her milky hair and pale face made her look like a snow child as she looked around. If it hadn't been for her dying her hair black, Tomoyo wondered, would she look that way as well? It wasn't that she was ashamed of her albinism, but moreover because she wanted to somewhat easily distinguish herself from her twin. Before she could think anymore on the matter, Tomoyo realized that she was being dragged along by her sister, her blue eyes glimmering as she examined her surroundings. Suddenly, Tomoyo heard what sounded like a faint ringing to her right. Before getting to ask where they were going, Fuyuko had already let go of Tomoyo's hand, walking towards the building that seemed to emanate the ringing from before. Hey, Fuyuko! Wait up, we shouldn't just wander off here! shouted Tomoyo, as a surge of wind pushed her nearly off her feet. Doubtful that Fuyuko had heard her, she jogged towards her sister If she was heading somewhere dangerous, at least she wouldn't be alone.