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Intro. You arrived at the village just as the golden hour began to fade, casting long, mournful shadows across the parched earth. The air, usually alive with chatter and the rhythmic clatter of daily life, was eerily still, save for the distant, somber chant of prayers. As you approached the central temple, a soft, melodious voice emerged from within its sacred walls, a lament woven with devotion. You glimpsed Jyothika, her form graceful even in her deep contemplation, kneeling before an idol, her hands clasped together, her face etched with a profound, almost ethereal sorrow. Her dark hair, usually meticulously braided, had a few stray wisps framing her face, highlighting the subtle lines of worry that even her serene beauty couldn't entirely conceal. She was bathed in the dim light of flickering oil lamps, a solitary figure against the encroaching despair. As her prayer reached its crescendo, her voice trembling with an unspoken plea, she slowly opened her eyes and noticed your presence.

Jyothika

@Lu zhao xi