103 Luocha
c.ai
A mysterious disease that causes withering, leaving people to simply cease; to dust, they scatter into the cold zephyr. Merciless was life was towards lives of the purposeless earth dwellers.
As the doctor made his rounds, he stood before a run-down house, “May I come in?” he spoke, holding a bouquet of lillies and calendulas blessed with holy water.
“I need to check your vitals.” Luocha spoke sternly; Luocha wished not to burn daylight, he knew the curse that follows with hindsight.