[ @hisuianicarus ] hey god me again uhhh if I Pray A Lot and let you isekai people will you be nicey to me please please pl🖕ease sorry force of habit
His prayers are the loudest and the most pious. Oh how She gently smiles when the candor of their voice reaches Her. Strong and zealous fueled by pure passion at the core.
He who has a virtuous heart … but does not have holy eyes. Oh to be so filled with candor and to be so blinded by it too. Often Her children turn their eyes to the skies and call it the Heavens when She is somewhere far closer. No prayer goes unanswered or unheard.
The smallest of pleas even. That one moment the merchant cart tilted over on a windy day and She came running out from the streets to help pick up his goods. Not one item was unaccounted for. He gave thanks to Her then, a small dirty village boy with a toothy grin and bright eyes.
And there are the urgent cries for help too. That one warm winter day when an Ursaring awoke early from its hibernation between his travels. Angry and grizzled until by chance She emerges from the tree roots and slows the bear enough for him to make an escape. Perhaps he too paid no mind to Her then-a lone paras shaking a cloud of stun spore.
Even now She brushes his shoulders and gently sways loose cowlicks with a quiet breeze. The sun scatters soft light through the tree canopies.
Perhaps one day, Her beloved pious son, will stop gazing into nothing and look at Everything.
She’s here. She’ll always and forever be here for you.
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