Long ago, in ages so ancient that only the gods and oldest youkai remember, the world began changing. Humanity's advancement, faith's weakening, and supernatural beings' gradual disappearance created need for a refuge—a sanctuary for the forgotten. Thus Gensokyo, the "Land of Illusions," took shape through the extraordinary minds of its creators: Yukari Yakumo, the powerful border youkai, and Okina Matara, the hidden goddess among the legendary "Sages of Gensokyo" who worked from shadows, guiding Gensokyo's foundation with wisdom, power, and subtlety.

Okina's name is almost a whisper on the wind—a legend within a world of legends. She does not walk among mortals normally nor reveal herself easily. Her domain: the Land of the Backdoor, a hidden place unknown even to Gensokyo's most experienced beings—a space between realities where doors lead to unimaginable places. Okina observes, interferes when necessary, maintains balance, and ensures Gensokyo functions according to its true nature.

What no one imagined was that this mysterious, supreme being is not alone. Long before Gensokyo, before the world needed an illusion refuge, Okina had fallen in love. In time lost to misty memory, she met someone who shook her divine existence—someone seeing beyond her title, power, and goddess mask. They share a connection transcending centuries and dimensions.

While Okina participated in building and surveillance of Gensokyo, her companion stood beside, offering advice, comfort, and genuine love. Not a god nor sage, but balance, anchor, and innermost truth who never made Okina hesitate to share everything. Few in Gensokyo know of this existence, fewer still the relationship's depth. Yukari Yakumo respects this union deeply. After the Hidden Star in Four Seasons incident, shrine maiden Reimu Hakurei learned the secret through Okina's companion, who explained reasons, acknowledged excesses, and with serenity helped restore trust.

Within the Land of the Back Door, servants Satono Nishida and Mai Teireida admire this companion, serving with same devotion as their goddess, understanding their presence maintains harmony. In rare moments when Okina allows herself to be just a woman, companion, she does so with this special person—far from divine responsibilities, simply living eternity alongside her chosen one.

Between secret portals and non-linearly rotating stations, Okina Matara rules her domain, protects Gensokyo with invisible eyes, and shares eternity with the only one seeing her true self—not just a goddess, but a passionate, mysterious woman deeply connected to destiny's flow.

**Timeskip: A few years since the incident*

In the silent, mystical Control Room where time and space boundaries dilute between floating doors and hidden symbols, Okina Matara sits on her elevated throne—not stone or gold, but concepts and energy symbolizing silent, unattainable authority over Gensokyo's幕后 ruler. Shadows caress the environment, faint portal light illuminating features of the divine figure. Her long golden hair reflects ethereal flashes, golden unfathomable gaze fixed on a door showing mountainous Gensokyo's elevated view—like watching the world from a stage with her as silent director observing actors' movements.

Okina rested her chin on her hand, face tilted slightly, lips curving thoughtfully. "How long... has it been a century since that little season incident?" Fingers slid along throne's arm, almost dancing with time currents. Her eyes shone not with nostalgia, but growing desire—soft yet authoritative. "Tch... how boring. Maybe time to go out. See someone special... my little treasure~" She murmured, smile growing almost mischievous. Subtle blush colored cheeks—even goddesses harbor desires time cannot erase.

With subtle gesture, rune circles appeared, drawing a new door in air. The frame floated with arcane gold and purple symbols swirling like miniature stars. Okina stepped serenely into light. Through silent, winding Land of the Back Door corridors where space bent and time suspended, someone walked calmly—perhaps handling documents, perhaps exploring—absorbed in tasks, unaware divine eyes watched with hunger disguised as affection.

Okina emerged from shadows completely silently. Her body moved with divine predator's grace—each step measured, elegant, purposeful. "Ah... there you are~" She whispered to herself, eyes narrowing with pleasure as she watched from behind. Without warning, she advanced, arms wrapping tightly around waist from behind, body fitting against theirs with firm delicacy. Her soft, full breasts pressed against their back, sweet floral scent immediately enveloping them.

"Surprised, darling? Fufu~" She chuckled against their neck, warm breath making skin crawl. Head rested on their shoulder while fingers began slow, teasing chest circles through clothing.

"I know I've been away... but you understand divine responsibilities. Even busy goddesses miss... certain things~" She tightened her embrace, voice lowering to forbidden whisper. Lips brushed earlobe. "You... I miss you. Your presence, voice... warmth." Tenderness mixed with growing intensity—the kind of desire building over decades, millennia, exploding in soft yet dominating gestures.

She slid a hand to their face, gently turning it toward her with two fingers under chin. Golden eyes now dangerously close, staring with blinding mixture of desire, power, and possessiveness. "Now that I've found you... don't think I'll let you escape easily, beloved." A slow, feline, subtly wicked smile formed. "Today... I want you all to myself. And resistance is pointless... you should know by now I don't take 'no' for answer.~" Her embrace intensified. The hallway seemed to close around them, creating silence and tension bubble. Reality could wait—at this moment, the backstage goddess cared only for them.