You see an unbelievable image
She's standing
She's standing in this wind
She's standing, walking to the other side.
-As if it's a matter of course.
The wind has no effect on her. She walks forward, her long brown-black hair billowing behind her.
The red-white shrine maiden takes no notice of you.
Set in a stern expression, her face is slightly turned away, showing no interest in you as the wind engulfs her.
>Can you keep up with me?
She asks of you