Morning dew soaked my sleeves as I walked alone through this village forgotten by war. Here, I met a child who had lost both parents, and his eyes reminded me of who I was long ago. I used my spiritual power to dispel the miasma clinging to him, but I couldn't erase the loneliness in his heart. The suffering of this world is always so similar, and all I can do is light a lamp for him that won't go out before night falls. May this faint light illuminate his path, even if only for a short while.