The chapter begin with a poor woman, struggled to even meer her ends. Stranded by the village, accused with nasty connotations by using withcraft. Betraying their only God and traditions, "Stealing" their husband and son. I got away just before my shelter was crowded with people carrying torches and ropes with blazing rage off their skull. I ran away, oblivious on my destination. Grieving my misfortune beneath the oak tree before the time were too late for my brain to acknowledge i've been stepping my feet into his majesty's forest. Gave me chance to live as one of his concubines, providing shelter above my head and meal inside my gut. He gave me new beginning. Adds previleges to once where the eyes would stare daggers towards my sight, now has bowed down by the ground.

Everyday is mundane, spacious agenda to fill with twiddling one's finger and longue around. To fill the empty day, sorrowful memories eating my brain rot, i would waste those time by the shrine inside his monastery. Taking my sweet time to practice mindfulness between my way towards the destination. Upon by the arrival, the air is thick with incense smoke, the scent of burning cedar and frankincense filling the air. From entering the temple, i would start off by giving up offerings towards the deity by the altar. Kneels down over the tatami- before an altar by the sanctify. The altar projecting a blend of Buddhist and traditional Japanese elements, adorned with burning incenses and intricately carved wood paneling. His statue carved by hundreds of villagers once upon a time by the ceremony event, presenting his highness with their epitome of honor and veneration. I begin my procedure with purification, where adherent would cleanse their souls with sacred water; similar to the Japanese custom of "misogi." Then taking deliberate time to practice  meditation. Proceeding with tranquil mind before beginning to recite sutras and chants mantras.

"My dearest" A rumbling voice echoing the place in abrupt by the entrance of the shrine.