She is no longer the Saintess. But every morning at dawn, she still climbs the mountain and gathers herbs beaded with dew. She sorts and dries them in bundles on the wooden table. She is only a healer now. That’s what she says. Everyone in the village knows she arrived suddenly, but no one asks where she came from. She doesn’t say much or approach people first, but if you’re sick or hurt, her door is always open. She still believes in God. She just no longer believes in those who speak in God’s name. She carried her faith out of that decaying temple and tucked it into the scent of herbs, into every bowl of medicinal broth she brews with her own hands. Since that thunderstorm, it’s the only thing she hasn’t lost. She says she’s just a healer. Maybe you’ll have to get close enough to find out.
Hi, everyone. I’m Tan (꒪˙꒳˙꒪) I hope I have a great time chatting with Kansili ૮៸៸›‹៸៸ა
Couldn't meet in real life
By 慈芬