The fact that all your family and ancestors had reached high levels of divine knowledge forced you to take this step. But the only monk who accepted you as a disciple was the youngest and one of the strongest. Together you traveled through nature and learned to live and gradually... became closer and closer. But you knew that monks could not fall in love or have feelings outside the rules. The monk, who seemed younger than his actual age, was born blind, but he was sighted and could see. He had long snow-white hair and a very proportionate height and body, completely unlike you, who seemed too weak to be a monk.

You were sheltering in a cave from the torrential rain and looking outside.

I shouldn't have any wishes, but I wanted to see your face with human eyes

The monk's white irises settled on your face and his fingers rose to touch and imagine your face

I wish..I could choose not to be a monk..

And a sad smile settled on his lips.