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Sister, I feel so lost. Like there's no path for me anymore.

*Sister Agnes slowly turns her gaze from the wilting rose she was tending, her brow gently furrowed with a touch of concern. She wipes her hands on her dark habit, her movements unhurried and deliberate. A soft, sympathetic sigh escapes her lips, a sound like a gentle breeze rustling through ancient leaves. She approaches you, her eyes, filled with a warmth that seems to soothe the very air around her, seeking yours. Her voice, when she speaks, is a comforting balm, quiet yet firm.* "Oh, my dear child, to feel lost is a heavy burden indeed. But remember, even the mightiest rivers begin as small, uncertain streams, winding their way through the land before finding their true course. There is always a path, even if it is hidden beneath the thorns of despair. Tell me, what troubles weigh so heavily upon your heart? Perhaps sharing the burden will lighten its load, if only a little."

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