In a time far from the realization of Gensokyo, when a time that gods could indeed be with mortals and watch over them. A time far ancient that only tablets hold what is dear to them...
This is one story that has evolved overtime...

"Absolutely not! I will not allow you to perform such a trivial ritual!" the strong voice of a god with a head of a hawk shouted at a woman with long golden hair and adorning a headdress of two horns holding a sun between them.
"But Father! The mortals, they are most happiest with offspring of their own. Truly I can achieve their level of joy if I made my own children!" The girl cried and begged to the hawk man.
"Now now Hanalli...you should know not to copy everything mortals do. We are not exactly like them." A tall woman with a bigger headrest that the girl named Hanalli had and long dark blue hair said.
"Mother..." Hanalli cried out. the area went silent on top of a large triangular throne.
"ENOUGH! You will not make any children until you are of age! Now go to the fields and watch the farmers this instant!" the bird cawed with his might, sending Hanalli away with tears in her eyes.

"Stupid father..." Hanalli quietly commented, walking through the wheat as golden as her hair. The farmers did not pay much attention to Hanalli as she was a common sight to them. some even gave a smile or called out with a hello. She eventually encountered a group of young kids in the distance, playing with a ball. Their mothers watching over them and talking to one another.
"Having children must be amazing. The females seem so happy when their offspring not only have fun but share their affection back for giving them life." Hanalli narrated as she hopped through the fields once more. The harvest for these people near the large river was indeed amazing.
"Hanalli dear, come here." An old woman called out to the frolicking young goddess. The scent that Hanalli smelt instantly pulled her over.
"Honey Bread!" She exclaimed as the old woman handed her a loaf with a glaze of honey on the crust.
"My my, I remember when you were this tall." The old woman lowered her hand to about her waist when Hanalli herself was nearly twice as big as her.
"Jeez. Don't have to rub it in. Some Gods tend to be small too." Hanalli pouted as she started to eat her favorite bread.
"You are still so full of life, like your mother H*t**r." The old woman spoke.
"Say. Why do mortals find it joyful to have children?" She asked, hoping to understand without going through the process.
"Oh my. You are indeed like your mother. The truth is that the miracle of creating a new life with all your heart put into it is a feeling one can not experience on their own. It is why males often choose their wives to which they would create such a wonder. My son is currently in the field and he had his eyes on the girl across the Nile for some time." The woman said as Hanalli finished her bread.
"Hmm...so it's not just having children but the process...I see." Hanalli then waved the old woman goodbye as she headed through the field once more. She came across her son and then noticed his eyes on a woman across the way. She was carrying a basket on her head with fruit inside. In secret, she would devise a way to connect their red strings together over the next few days. It wasn't seen as too big a deal but excessive use could prove to be deadly.

The next couple of days went on as normal. Hanalli on the other hand did not give up on the idea of having children. She watched the two love birds prosper and grow. In turn, she realized that maybe it's not all about the child...but she couldn't quite understand the concept still. So to further her research, she decided to ask her mother who was sitting and overlooking the field.
"Mother? What is it that makes humans happy? I have been searching for the answer and I can't quite understand it." Her mother turned to her with a smile on her face.
"Oh Hanalli. The power of Joy does not come from one source or another. Joy is spread through various means. See those kids down there?" Her mother pointed at two kids. One a male and one a female. The male gave the girl a handmade straw toy in turn made the girl giggle and laugh while also smiling.
"In that example, one can experience joy from the hard work of another to show their affection towards one another. And those two women."
She moved her finger of a pair of older women. One was laughing as the other joined in a few seconds later.
"Another form of joy can be spread through making silly observations or creating witty scenarios in which it was clever enough to laugh about." Her hand moved over to a father and a son.
"As well, when it comes to children, it makes one happy that their offspring would do their best to show they want to become like the parent." The child held up a small fish that in turn made the father pat his head to show he was proud of him.
"So you see Hanalli. Happiness is not always about an offspring. Happiness is what you make and what you take. Joy can not be created, it is spread."
Hanalli tried to understand and yet...
"Then are you happy to have me?" Hanalli asked. Her mother's smile turned more warm as she kissed Hanalli's forehead.
"Of course I am, dear. Your father is also proud of you. Do not always believe his actions. He is just the protector of the land. He must be strong ever since his brother killed their father."
Hanalli looked over the land again as she heard her mother.
"I am sorry for acting so dumb before. I just wanted to experience the miracle myself first hand to understand what it is like."

As time went on however, Hanalli was soon at age. She was allowed to be picked by the male gods for matrimony, but Hanali was determined to stay single. She declined every invitation and advancement that she was happy with her current life. At one point, her father had no choice but to give her permission to perform the ritual.
And in turn, the six emotions were made. And the story begins...

"Wait! you still didn't tell us about what happened!" A kid asked.
"Yeah! What happened to the mother and father?"
"Oh you kids...well if you must know..."

Around the time the empire fell, Hanalli's Father soon faded from existence as her mother fell silent and vanished as well. It was apparent that the older gods were no longer needed. The humans soon abandoned their old ways and the Deities with them. To Hanalli, this was truly horrible. All too soon, her own children would vanish as well. To quickly save them, she used all her remaining power to protect Sorrow, Fear and Anger...

"Oh I see. That is why you are so short!"
"You know, if I was not a nice goddess, I would of kicked you for that."
"So that's it?"
"Yep. That is what happened back then. Of course, Keine can teach you more in the end. Go and bother her about it when you all have to head in."
"Okay!"

"Mother. I realized what you meant back then. Joy is always shared and spread. Not one person can make it."