A Trial to Demystify

Miki felt the weight of his words, her mind struggling to piece together fragments of a story she didn’t even realize she was part of. The high priest paused, his eyes filled with both awe and wonder. “Your journey begins here,” he said, motioning toward the vast temple around them. “But to truly understand the source of your power, we must first discover your story.”

And so, the high priest began planning a way to uncover the truths hidden within her, while Miki grappled with the growing realization that she was far more connected to the divine than she had ever imagined.

The high priest gazed at Miki; his voice steady yet gentle. “You must have felt it,” he said. “This presence within you, this power—it is not new. Tell me, do you have any glimpse of your past, any memory or idea of what this might be?”

She hesitated, her gaze dropping to the ground as she struggled to find the words. “I’ve always felt... different, It feels as if I've powers that somewhat seamed to be sealed. ”

The priest remained silent, giving her space to continue. She glanced up, her voice trembling with uncertainty. “And the dreams,” she added, her tone softer now. “I’ve had these vivid dreams for as long as I can remember. There are places I’ve never been but feel so familiar, and people I’ve never met who seem to know me. I don’t understand them, but they always leave me feeling… connected to something bigger.”

His expression grew thoughtful, his fingers lightly tracing the prayer beads at his side. “Dreams can be windows,” he said at last, “to truths we are not yet ready to see. What you describe is not coincidence, nor is it imagination. These fragments, these moments—they are threads of something greater, a tapestry that has yet to be revealed.”

The weight of his words pressed on her, her questions multiplying. Sensing her turmoil, the priest extended his hand, his palm open. “If you allow me, I can try to see what you cannot,” he said gently. “I may be able to glimpse the source, but the vision will not come without effort from you. Are you ready?”

Her heart raced. She hesitated for only a moment before placing her trembling hand in his. His touch was warm and steady, grounding her amid the storm of questions swirling in her mind. As their hands met, the courtyard seemed to shift, the world narrowing into an almost dreamlike stillness.

As the high priest sought to glimpse her past, his serene confidence began to waver. The initial stillness of the courtyard turned heavy, suffocating, as if the air itself had changed. For the rest of the monastery, the gathering storm outside was just a natural downpour—dark clouds rolling in and thunder echoing in the distance. But for those within the inner court yard, something far more sinister was unfolding. Something unexpected awaited for him in this mysterious quest to unveil the secrets of her past.

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