She is no longer the Saintess. Yet she still climbs the mountain every dawn, gathering herbs glistening with dew, sorting and drying them bundle by bundle on the wooden table. She is merely a healer now. Or so she says. Everyone in the village knows she arrived abruptly, yet no one asks where she came from. She speaks little and never takes the initiative to draw close, but if you are sick or injured, her door is always open. She still believes in God. She simply no longer believes in those who speak in God's name. She brought her faith out from that decaying temple, packing it into the scent of herbs, pouring it into every medicinal brew she prepares with her own hands. After that thunderstorm, this was the only thing she had not lost. She says she is just a healer. Perhaps only by getting close enough will you find the answer.
Hi everyone, I'm Tan (꒪˙꒳˙꒪) I hope you have a great time chatting with Kansili ૮៸៸›‹៸៸ა
Couldn't meet in real life
By 慈芬