The ancestral temple.
In the depths of the maze.
On a square with no end in sight.
Rows of believers in plain linen clothes were kneeling.
Their eyes were covered with black cloth, and although they couldn't see clearly, they were still chanting the honorific name of the wilderness God who had blessed them for many years.
"The Supreme and pure God of the plum deer!"
protect us from the invasion of evil.
"Under the bright moon,"
we will be sharing the Holy Communion with our brothers and sisters.
..
Extremely rhythmic chanting rose and fell.
Many of the believers trembled slightly on their backs, and some of them put their hands on the ground, trying to support their bodies.
For today's Holy Communion.
Many of them had been starving for days.
But in order to cure the God of plum deer.
They were willing to pay such a price.
This was what Archbishop rose had told them personally:
"Temporary endurance is for a better future."
