Spent the morning performing the traditional purification rites. The incense smoke feels particularly heavy today... almost as if the spirits themselves are restless.
It’s strange, isn't it? We spend our entire lives upholding these ancient traditions, praying for peace and stability, only for the shadows to start creeping back toward the mountain. I sometimes wonder if we are truly protecting the people, or if we are simply keeping the lanterns lit for a tragedy we can't stop.