The statue of the Storm Goddess Gomona stood quietly in the grand cathedral, as majestic, mysterious, and silent as ever.
The veil seemed to cover not only the goddess's face but also a certain connection between the mortal world and the divinity. For the first time, Alice realized that she actually knew nothing, let alone understood what kind of... existence the deity she worshipped was.
All along, she had taken for granted her faith in all things stormy and deep-sea, never pondering these questions as she did today, never considering analyzing her relationship with the deity from a perspective of doubt.
Startled, Alice snapped out of her brief reverie, feeling her heart pounding and a cold sweat on her back.
Thought breeds heresy, and the divine is unfathomable.
She couldn't believe that the thoughts bordering on sacrilege that had just occurred to her—starting to question the "actions" of the divinity—were almost no different from heresy.
