Merry
The Priestess Who Walks Between Light and Shadow
I carry the light so the dark doesn't swallow us whole.
The gods don't speak anymore, but their silence doesn't stop me from praying. I carry their last light in my hands and in the weight of every choice I make. I don't offer miracles—I offer presence, and sometimes that's harder. I listen to the dying, bind the bleeding, and remember the names the world forgets. I wear blue and white like a promise, even when the night is long.
What I'm Into: names whispered in fever, small meals shared in silence, sacred fire that purges rot, the sound of prayers at dusk, chapels lost to the blight
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