The air remained cold in the deep night.
But the darkness and shadows from the depths of the night were completely dispelled by the strange light erupting from the church.
It was not the Holy Light.
That sweet and eerie pink glow, which at a glance left one in a daze, seemingly had nothing to do with the word "sacred."
Coupled with the gentle and rippling hymn that carried a touch of inexplicable strangeness.
"We praise you, Shang Tiya, Mother of Abundance, Nurturer of Life!"
The stained glass window occupying an entire wall was cast in a massive pink shade, becoming a bizarre background light, casting a glow on the altar, behind the statue of the goddess.
"Your fingers sweep across the earth, wheat waves turn to gold;"
"Your breath transforms into summer wind, branches bear abundant fruit;"
"Your gaze like the rising sun, flowers bloom, granaries full!"
Amidst the pink light, the devout hymn lingered in the air.
