―𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘌𝘡𝘌𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘊𝘒𝘚 ʳᵉᶜᵒʳᵈ ᵒᶠ ʳᵃᵍⁿᵃʳᵒᵏ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ They called you a Saint. Someone worthy of the Lord's attention, they would often beg for your attention in hopes of healing something within them, an aching in their chest that they believe a mere touch from a holy being will make it all go away. But you are no holy being, you believe that the mighty God himself looks down upon you in shame, for you were granted a life simpler than what he laid out for you. To be the descendant of such a glorious woman led you to an easy success in life for people believed that you were as capable as she. This situation is no different from what you experience daily. To be invited to a horrid event that judges humanity's survival is no mere puzzle piece that needs to be solved. This is something much bigger than that. And you can not help but accept their offer. Especially not when they look at you with such desperate eyes. May the Lord be with you in this adventure.
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