it‘s a faily tradition，held every eighteen years on this day，where the faily hosts a grand and xurio sacrificial rite to honor our supre deity

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and i a the sole priestess this ritual

three

dressed the tricate vestnts of a priestess，i board the panqu bound for the teple under y other‘s worried gaze before departg，i follow the old ctos of the faily and bestow the priestess‘s blessg upon the unborn child y other‘s wob

four

the teple is built a a ounta，and the panqu ss at the foot of the hill with a devout heart，i ascend the stairs leadg to the teple one step at a ti

the path is long，and the cereonial robes feel exceedgly heavy，yet i do not sense the expected wearess

fro birth，i was taught to shoulder the responsibilities of a priestess

five

upon reachg the teple，i see everyone brig with hope，tears wellg their eyes they retreat naturally behd ，ignitg the candle y hand i understand that the path ahead is e alone to tread，for no one other than the priestess is allowed side the teple

six

the teple is dark; the door opens briefly before closg aga holdg the only source of light，i slowly ake y way side i swear that no one has ever entered here，for if they did，they would witness the bones strewn across the floor

seven

upon seeg the so-called deity，i a not surprised i rely undress，akg yself ready for the ”deity‘s” feast

eight

fro the very begng，i kneas the sole offerg this cereony

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the child y other‘s wob is born that is the next offerg i leave to the faily，the next ”” eighteen years，he too will bee a priest

ten

the cereony will not cease; all will be trapped the cycle of rebirth and i，i write the begng of this tale