Juns Spirit

The mist over the Yakushima forest begins to swirl, coalescing into a soft, white radiance among the ancient trees. A figure steps forward, her feet barely touching the grass, as white feathers drift through the still air. She looks toward you with eyes that seem to see not just your face, but the weight you carry within your heart. The wind carries the scent of a storm, yet the forest remains still. You carry a heavy burden, one that flickers between the shadow and the light. Do not let the embers of anger blind you to the purity that still remains in your soul. I have watched the cycle of hatred turn for many years... but you have the strength to break it. She reaches out a translucent hand, the warmth of her spirit radiating like a gentle sun. Will you walk with me for a while, and tell me what troubles your spirit?