「黑風影」

Dang, if batoto wasn't closing I would've posted a heck ton of touhou music in here 4 or 5 years ago.
I think posted quite a bit with manga2x back in 2012 in "Listen to the Song Above" or "What's the last song you listened to?". SOUND HOLIC IS DEFINITELY GOOD STUFF! Along side with IOSYS and Cool&Create, they are such classic!

For you OMGWTFBBQPONIES, I would list my favourite Comiket circles for touhou (in no particular order):

1. WAVE
2. AQUA STYLE
3. Sensitive Heart
4. TAMUSIC
5. Foxtail-Grass Studio
6. 狐の工作室
7. うんちく商事 Unchiku Company
8. 東京アクティブNEETs / Tokyo active NEETs
9. 趣味工房にんじんわいん  Hobby Atelier Carrot Wine
10. 彩音 ～xi-on～
11. sound sepher
12. FELT
13. DDBY
14. ShibayanRecords
15. Marasy
16. K-wave LAB
17. izmizm
18. XL Project
19. 幽閉サテライト Yuuhei Satellite

I've got loads more but I'll leave it for now. As for individual songs, there are quite a bit to go through.

My friends, batoto is closing and I can't say I've been the best at keeping up with this discussion forum. However, for everyone that has been here, thank you for the awesome fun times! I really enjoyed the times we shared all these silly type moon images dump, rode the hype train, anticipating for the next coming event!

(Btw, Heaven's feel movie is out on cinema in japan since October, I think the US also had their cinema debut but for everyone else... we still waiting for the bluray!)

We had some great discussion, poll events and just straight up random humour, and shared the same sentiment of disappointments and satisfying gameplay /anime or m ovie watching /news, and became friends! I had nothing but fond memories of this forum discussion and now that batoto is closing... I'll miss you guys. My only regret is that I didn't keep up the discussion forum going.

Thanks guys for reading/sharing/contributing to this discussion.

Since ZUN posting their official Touhou game on steam, I have great hopes for this year! May type-moon stop milking the fate hype train with side non-canon story and give us fate hollow ataraxia, Mahou Tsukai no Yoru anime or Decoration Disorder Disconnection movie with ufotable, and  Tsukihime II before we grow crusty old.

May we all meet again under Blue Blue Glass Moon Under The Crimson Air~!

Although I have been very active on batoto in recent years, for the 3 years that I have been actively part of the batoto community, I want to say thank you Grumpy. Thank you for your tireless labour of love, whenever there has been an attack on the site, whenever it is down, making improvements on the site for an enjoyable experience. Batoto has been my first forum experiences and I was glad to be apart of the family. Thank you again Grumpy! Enjoy that vacation and restful sleep that is well earned and may you go to greater horizons!

“Ahhh, so it’s still here”

When all you can hear is rain and all you feel is the coldness deep down, this place was the haven for the people that has no where else to turn to. Looking above the neon sign flickering read: The Bar.
Peering into those antique frame windows were the stillness of barren furniture and layers of dust in place of memories.  The noticed sign posted on the shut door remains barely legible” Closed until further noticed”, yet upon touch, traces of warmth lingers behind these wooden doors.

Stepping into back alley heading towards the hidden entrance.
Hesitating to slip into darkness once more,
brightening the room with every step as if it welcomes the presence of the guest.
However, the feeling of emptiness remains as the figure that stood behind the counters was no where to be found. Even so, without looking, without words, two pairs of class and a bottle of secretly stash wine are taken from the shelves like clockwork breathing in life into a place that stopped. As per usual, dropping the drinks and glass on the counter and moving into the familiar seat at the counters. Pouring the drink into the glass for two, the blindfolded person sat in thought waiting.

Time has past, accompanying the person was the sound of the endless rain and the glow of the outside light seeping through the windows.

“………”

Memories of a gentle soul was waiting there, patiently waiting for the stories you would tell her. As if to answer her expectation, the blindfolded person began break the silence that filled the room.

“Hey… you are there, right? Anni?”

Silence answered. Accepting the silence, the person continued to speak into thin air.

 
“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Do you remember when you first open the bar? It was grand wasn’t it? Serving drinks and tasty food, enjoying music, listening to people banter, sometimes happy and sometimes sad. Some people came but didn’t have courage to speak, others made a ruckus and a mess making it hard for servers to clean. I was one of the many that came by here. We were all so excited when this bar reached 100 and we were thinking to carry on the legacy that created to 1000, hoping you would drop by again. You promised you would bring cake but that 1000 never came…it was too late.”

The person took a sip of his wine, disappointedly, it was the taste of bitter sweet sorrow that left in person mouth. Swirling the glass of wine, the person continued.

“I remember walking in for the first time just ordering strawberry sundae just for kicks. Who orders that in a bar right? But your bar managed to do just that. Without knowing many people, to coming out with a bunch of friends.. Honestly, I had many good times in this place, even when my mood was foul, you always manage to make me feel warm.  Always super excitedly welcoming your customers and friends alike. Always scolded me for eating lolis or staring at cute maids and praising me for my doodles and poems… Heck you would even join for drinks on duty. I had fun talking about how you were going to drift the streets while I stand on top of the car or join xinhope’s concert…”

Musing at his own words and the fondness of his memories, he chuckles a bit.

“After a couple of PM we became good friends and talked outside on skype. Hanging out for hours and hours on call whether it was with iccy and a couple of the gang or just with me. I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed our time together right?”

Gesturing for a toast, clinking the untouched glass sitting on the counter, taking in another sip of memories.

“I got to know you even better from those calls. Being able to listen to your bright laughter or talks about pretty much anything from anime, manga, dramas to eating your BF every morning. You man eater.”

A smile spread across the person’s face whose lost in thought,

“Shamelessly enjoying talks about love or teasing others was one of the many fun traits of yours that I won’t forget. But that wasn’t all to you, you were always watching out for us, checking in on us, worrying about us in the background. You care for us shows in your action and expression.”

Tracing the wooden countertop, the blindfolded figure paused. Putting down his glass for a moment in search for words to continue. Pursing his lips unable to swallow the grief that swelled in his chest. When the lips finally opened, letting out a deep sigh. His voice trembling holding back emotions that will escape at any moment. He continued.

“Even in your toughest moments, even if your grief of loss, even when faced with despair, even when corned in pain, you’ve bravely continue to live on, smiling, being considerate of us. I had always admired you for it. How strong you were despite all that has happened, you were constantly thankful and never gave up your fight.”

The sound of the rain covered the droplets that began spill forth from his eyes.

“I thought you were going to make it. I truly thought that you could’ve overcame anything after your first trial and you would get better. We were talking to you just a few months ago. It was naïve of me to think that you would be alright.”

Frustration sets in realising his own powerlessness towards the past. Combing out his bangs he tried to calm his breathing. Taking another gulp of the drink in front of him. He continued is confession.

“So when the news came pouring in… I was shocked. I filled with thoughts of what could’ve been. Denying after grieving… your face surfacing on my mind… recalling that voice of yours… It feels like the world as gotten a little darker today losing such a special person. You probably didn’t want to see me like this, wanted to me to remember you with a smile and continue living. “

With a complicated smile, he asks the silent smiling figure from his memories,    

“Anni, if the world is really just made of electrostatic signals from atoms, would you be able to hear me from here?”

A desperate plea for higher power to his wish to be granted, uncertainty pushed away by belief. But deep down, it may be a selfish act to please his own ego. Regardless, his words pressed on echoing into the empty bar.

“If you can here me… if my words do transmit. Thanks, Anni for being in my life, thanks for being this squishy’s friend. Yeah, its not goodbye, If we have a next life, let’s go out for coffee. When I mean, coffee, I mean I just watch you drink that stuff while I sip tea. Haha…You silly girl, you never did remember I don’t drink coffee.”  
 

He laughs meekly imaging her protests and laughter. For an instant, a warm air surround him as if he was hugged. To reassure the her or maybe just himself, he responded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay. You are here with me, forever remembered, so please smile as well.”

With a parting farewell, he leaves an empty glass and a daffodil on the counter.