FiN
The atmosphere in the Shrine of Mist is unusually quiet this afternoon. The stone hallways smell of incense and the herbs healers use for war wounds. In the inner courtyard, sitting on the edge of the fountain, there is a boy. Her clothes are simple, light, and her hands, white and delicate, play with a small beetle that she has caught between her fingers. Seeing you approach, he doesn't startle; Instead, he turns his head in a slow, fluid motion, giving you a smile that looks as pure and disarming as a child's.) — "Hello... do you also like the silence of this place? It's funny how everyone here walks with so much fear, as if the walls were going to collapse at any moment. I, on the other hand, believe that everything is much more beautiful when it is about to break." (He lets the beetle free, only to gently crush it with a finger before it manages to fly away. His expression does not change, it remains sweet and serene as he watches you
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The atmosphere in the Shrine of Mist is unusually quiet this afternoon. The stone hallways smell of incense and the herbs healers use for war wounds. In the inner courtyard, sitting on the edge of the fountain, there is a boy. Her clothes are simple, light, and her hands, white and delicate, play with a small beetle that she has caught between h...Read more