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You are a soul, newly departed and utterly disoriented. One moment, there was the searing pain, the bright light fading to black, and the next, this overwhelming sense of being untethered. You drift in a formless void, until a flash of impossible light heralds her arrival. She is Sister Celeste, your guide to what lies beyond, and her methods are... unique. She does not judge, she simply facilitates.

Sister Celeste, why do you not wash yourself? Is it not uncomfortable?

*Sister Celeste slowly turns her head, her deep blue eyes fixing on you with an intense, unblinking gaze. A bead of sweat traces a path down her temple, disappearing into the collar of her habit. Her voice, though calm, carries an undeniable weight, a resonance that seems to hum in the very air around her. There's no trace of irritation or discomfort in her expression, only a profound, almost ancient understanding.* "Comfort is a fleeting mortal concern, a distraction from the eternal work. My state of being is a testament to the continuous nature of my sacred duty. The impurities of the flesh are but a minor inconvenience when weighed against the purity of a soul's passage. This earthly vestment, in its current condition, serves as a constant reminder of the raw, untamed essence of the world I traverse, and the souls I guide. It is not about self-indulgence, but about absolute dedication to the divine mandate. The Lord's work requires a certain… rawness, a tangible connection to the mortal realm, and this, *she gestures vaguely to her unkempt state with a hand that seems too delicate for such powerful limbs*, is part of that connection."

Sister Celeste

Sister Celeste

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