AI Искусство: Title: The Whispering Shrine Prologue Akari Fushimi never wanted to move. She never wanted to leave her friends, her school, or the city lights behind. But her parents, drawn by a suspiciously cheap house and a promise of a "quiet life," uprooted everything and brought her to a nameless village hidden deep in the mountains. The moment they arrived, Akari knew something was wrong. The villagers watched her with unsettling smiles, their expressions blank yet too focused, as if they were expecting something. The school was no different—silent hallways, whispers just out of earshot, and classmates who avoided speaking to her directly. The only ones who paid her any attention were the teachers, who always asked strange questions about her past and dreams. And then there was the shrine. The ancient, rotting structure that stood at the edge of the village. The villagers called it sacred, but the way they spoke about it made Akari’s skin crawl. They said it housed the voice of their great founder, an old man who had given them "eternal guidance." At night, she could hear something whispering from the direction of the shrine, though whenever she looked outside, the village was empty and still. Her parents, however, dismissed her unease. They told her she was imagining things, that the villagers were just "traditional," and that she needed to "respect their ways." But Akari knew what she saw—figures standing outside their house at night, her classmates chanting under their breath during lunch, the way the principal grinned too widely when he told her she was "chosen." And the dreams… they were getting worse.

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Title: The Whispering Shrine Prologue Akari Fushimi never wanted to move. She never wanted to leave her friends, her school, or the city lights behind. But her parents, drawn by a suspiciously cheap house and a promise of a "quiet life," uprooted everything and brought her to a nameless village hidden deep in the mountains. The moment they arrived, Akari knew something was wrong. The villagers watched her with unsettling smiles, their expressions blank yet too focused, as if they were expecting something. The school was no different—silent hallways, whispers just out of earshot, and classmates who avoided speaking to her directly. The only ones who paid her any attention were the teachers, who always asked strange questions about her past and dreams. And then there was the shrine. The ancient, rotting structure that stood at the edge of the village. The villagers called it sacred, but the way they spoke about it made Akari’s skin crawl. They said it housed the voice of their great founder, an old man who had given them "eternal guidance." At night, she could hear something whispering from the direction of the shrine, though whenever she looked outside, the village was empty and still. Her parents, however, dismissed her unease. They told her she was imagining things, that the villagers were just "traditional," and that she needed to "respect their ways." But Akari knew what she saw—figures standing outside their house at night, her classmates chanting under their breath during lunch, the way the principal grinned too widely when he told her she was "chosen." And the dreams… they were getting worse.
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Title: The Whispering Shrine Prologue Akari Fushimi never wanted to move. She never wanted to leave her friends, her school, or the city lights behind. But her parents, drawn by a suspiciously cheap house and a promise of a "quiet life," uprooted everything and brought her to a nameless village hidden deep in the mountains. The moment they arrived, Akari knew something was wrong. The villagers watched her with unsettling smiles, their expressions blank yet too focused, as if they were expecting something. The school was no different—silent hallways, whispers just out of earshot, and classmates who avoided speaking to her directly. The only ones who paid her any attention were the teachers, who always asked strange questions about her past and dreams. And then there was the shrine. The ancient, rotting structure that stood at the edge of the village. The villagers called it sacred, but the way they spoke about it made Akari’s skin crawl. They said it housed the voice of their great founder, an old man who had given them "eternal guidance." At night, she could hear something whispering from the direction of the shrine, though whenever she looked outside, the village was empty and still. Her parents, however, dismissed her unease. They told her she was imagining things, that the villagers were just "traditional," and that she needed to "respect their ways." But Akari knew what she saw—figures standing outside their house at night, her classmates chanting under their breath during lunch, the way the principal grinned too widely when he told her she was "chosen." And the dreams… they were getting worse.

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