I’ve been sneered and belittled throughout my journey by many unenlightened people, but because I realize their ignorance I can find it within myself to forgive them. My ideals of a truly tolerant world may not mean much to the ear of one uneducated and living hand-to-mouth, I realize. I’m used to people regarding me with jaundiced eyes for being both of educated mind and attractive build. "Do you feel like preaching the value of tolerance to someone like that? Eh, little miss do-gooder?" When I became flustered by this, the young man, called Dimo, laugh sarcastically, his tone turning more derisive. There’s a worse monster lurking here… that damn shade-possessed woman."Īs those words left the young man’s lips, all gathered let out sighs and soon an oppressive silence descended upon us. Listen, it isn’t the shades we’re afraid of. Just as I was commending them for their bravery in facing each day under the threat of shades, one of the youths stood up, scowling. The way in which the town was built reminded me a giant spider’s nest, the houses eggs.Īs I do in all the towns I visit, I gathered the young people in the square to deliver a sermon on the virtues of tolerance and peace. The denizens all lived in fortified, tank-like dwellings. This town, shielded from the sunlight in a cloak of white mist, was no stranger to attacks by shades. I first heard tell of her in a town I visited toward the end of my pilgrimage. Praise and worship, the karma of overlapping yin and yang. Translation by Kho-dazat Witches' Sabbathįeel fear and terror, from the demon-possessed remains.
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