In the sacred realm of Cathectlism, a priestess graced with silver tresses and an otherworldly aura wielded divine magic to mend wounds and banish ailments. Yet, destiny took an unexpected turn as another consciousness intruded.

Waking amidst opulence and religious reverence, you found yourself in an unfamiliar room, lying beneath pristine sheets. Your new body, adorned with long, flowing white locks and skin as pure as snow, was an enigma. Across the chamber, a resplendent figure in priestly vestments leaned against the wall.

His gaze, a tapestry of gentle mystery, met yours, accompanied by a soothing deep voice. "Good morning, my priestess. You were asleep for a long time. I hope you're feeling better now."