Ever since consciousness was born, the sound of prayers could be heard.
Numerous wishes, countless gratitudes, over long years, faith and prayer have never ceased.
Thankful for today still continuing, praying for tomorrow to arrive, those souls' voices are full of sincerity and devotion, filling its heart with peaceful joy.
But, being immersed for so long in the warmth akin to amniotic fluid, it quietly grew curious, felt puzzled about those souls.
...I clearly haven't done anything; why do they revere me so?
When it first expressed this doubt with its own will to the woman who had offered countless high-quality prayers over a long association, it sensed from her an undisguisable shock.
But soon, the woman calmed down, perhaps caring more about its confusion than her own inner turmoil.
A graciously oblivious person to the troubles of the one before her, gentle and kind-hearted.
This is its first impression of such a soul—of the Saintess.
