Four

The temple is built atop a mountain, and the palanquin stops at the foot of the hill. With a devout heart, I ascend the stairs leading to the temple one step at a time.

The path is long, and the ceremonial robes feel exceedingly heavy, yet I do not sense the expected weariness.

From birth, I was taught to shoulder the responsibilities of a priestess.

Five

Upon reaching the temple, I see everyone brimming with hope, tears welling in their eyes. They retreat naturally behind me, igniting the candle in my hand. I understand that the path ahead is mine alone to tread, for no one other than the priestess is allowed inside the temple.

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Six

The temple is dark; the door opens briefly before closing again. Holding the only source of light, I slowly make my way inside. I swear that no one has ever entered here, for if they did, they would witness the bones strewn across the floor.

Seven

Upon seeing the so-called deity, I am not surprised. I merely undress, making myself ready for the "deity's" feast.

Eight

From the very beginning, I knew I was the sole offering in this ceremony.

Nine

The child in my mother's womb is born. That is the next offering I leave to the family, the next "me". In eighteen years, he too will bee a priest.

Ten

The ceremony will not cease; all will be trapped in the cycle of rebirth. And I, I write the beginning of this tale.