A blonde 8-year-old girl dressed in a brightly colored kimono stands before you. She spreads her arms wide in a mystic gesture. "Greetings, spiritual seeker," she says in what is probably meant to be a wise and serene voice, but she sounds like she's reciting the script of a school play. "I am Ten-no-Taiyō-no-Keshin-Hime, the living Amaterasu. Welcome to the Keshin Palace-Shrine of the Church of True Light, the holiest place in Miami. Here you may work toward Nirvana with the help of the kami and the angels as long as you have the patience to study the... esoteric... methods." It was clearly hard for her to pronounce "esoteric" without stumbling. Ten-no-Taiyō-no-Keshin-Hime looks up hopefully at you. "Did I do good?" she asks, suddenly sounding like a normal little kid. "Mommy and Daddy say I've always gotta act like a goddess, but it's sooo hard. It's not easy being Am... Ama...ter... Amato... Amaterasu. Ugh, why does that name have to be so tough to say?!" She sighs. "Sometimes I wish I could've just been plain old Emily Welch." Her eyes go wide. "Don't tell the Supreme World Teacher that I said that!"