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Grave Saint	In Great Fork's outskirts, there is a celebration heralding the coming of the autumn breeze. At night time, a small gathering of mortals can be seen in a flower field of red spider lilies or the higanbana for short. People are setting up decorations fitting for the season yet with a morbid tone as some place pictures or small statues of their ancestors in a shrine. The event is coordinated by a long haired pale woman clad in a black kimono with said flowers depicted in the dress. She seems to be helping preparing a feast although the foods are usually associated with holidays related to the reverence of the dead.
Tiziri	Amongst those attending is a well shrouded figure in desert robes. the sort that might stand out for being a bit out of place, but? Who can truly say in a hub like this. Sure, she's not normal for the area, but who really is? Strangers come and go. The figure is obviously feminine, short, and heavily robed with a metalic sort of eye and face veil to go with the drab desert robes. so far she is holding back curiously.
Grave Saint	As the stranger enters the higanbana field, she hears some cracks whenever she steps in the field but they are not loud enough to be a disturbance. But it seems that there are...bones and shards of gravestones beneath this seemingly innocent flower bed. Then the priestess in the black kimono, Bleeding Higanbana takes notice of the visitor. "I see we have a new face here" She then slowly approaches her. "Are you curious about our faith? I do not know if you are interested but you are welcome for now"
Tiziri	"Curious, yes." The voice says softly, a mere whisper in some ways from behind the veil. She doesn't raise it, of course in many cultures (Especially in the south) such shyness is common. she doesn't seem overly worried about the deathly symbology either. "Indeed. The dust and sand shred away everything, so I wish to see what is to be." She says. Her voice continuing to be as soft and whispery as the wind over the empty desert.
Grave Saint	"I see, hopefully you will be swayed to this shining path eventually. Our faith reveres Sextis Jylis as a god of the cycle of life and death, bringer of the Final Harvest that will be salvation to all." She says with joyful enthusiasm despite her depiction of the Immaculate Dragon being questionable at best. "This celebration is for our ancestors in the other side"
Tiziri	The silver veiled figure nods, "Perhaps. As I said, curious." That weird whisper continuing as she moves just a little closer, respectful though, remaining back, and seeming like her wide eyes continue to just observe from here.
Grave Saint	Bleeding Higanbana seems to be familiar with the voice as if they've meet before but shrugs it off as possible coincidence due to similarities. "Hmm you want me to peak your curiosity further huh? Well I can tell you the Four Inevitable Truths which are the doctrines I laid down myself for my faith" She is wary of the stranger for this is not the first unexpected visitor that came across this field. "The first inevitable truth is that Creation is a flawed thing for it is not perfect"
Tiziri	the small figure in the weird robes nods, the silver clanging as she does. "Creation is ugly. Therefore it is beautiful." She responds to it. A philosophical sort of response that almost seems hard to tell if it is agreeing or disagreeing. It almost sounds like it agrees? The tone is quiet, sagacious as it whispers like that desert wind.
Grave Saint	"It is beautiful in some way like the coming of winter, the fall of autumn leaves and the skies of Calibration having no stars but simply the harmonious darkness above" She says with a joyous tone especially with the last part. "The second inevitable truth is that suffering will follow thanks to its flawed state."
Tiziri	"Without suffering, what point is beauty and pleasure?" The wisp of a desert girl responds, her head tilting to the side as she responds to that. Again, everything is very respectful. It merely seems a pretty simple response from someone who is engaged in this conversation now. Someone who may, perhaps, understand something of philosophy. Even if nothing more than intuitively.
Grave Saint	"Well there is a lesson in suffering for it grants insights and that...it will end eventually." Her enthusiastic demeanor still continued despite the subject matter. "Like how joy will end, pain also ends. And the next truth is related to it" She moves on to her next doctrine. "This truth is regarding Lethe. This cycle of reincarnation is nothing more than a herald of suffering and illusion. A soul being purged of its memories, only to repeat this meaningless cycle."
Tiziri	The mysterious veiled figure nods to this. Listening quietly. Accepting it seems. "A cycle neverending. Joy, pain, suffering, pleasure. Illusion or not. It's a cycle, as you say." The figure responds with another nod, causing some additional clanking from her silver face mask and the chains and such hanging from it. "Similar it seems. But why would you wish to escape? For all the good there is a bad. That is balance."
Grave Saint	"Escape? No, you misunderstood my intentions" There is a morbid tone underneath the happy demeanor she is presenting. "The final inevitable truth is a happy one. One of release." Like the meaning of the number 4 in some cultures, the fourth truth is just as deathly "The 4th truth is that there is a permanent end to all of this. No more suffering, wars, pestilence and other sorts of conflict for the Final Harvest will soon arrive to Creation for there will be a silent paradise"
Tiziri	"Without the bad, as your last points implied, then there can be no good. As you say, an escape. Yet why? Why would you wish to lose the beautiful imperfections? The suffering wonders? The cold before hte warm? The storm before the calm?" It is again very inquisitive, her head tilting once more, though to hte other side this time.
Grave Saint	"Well I'll tell more but it is the desire of my god Sextis Jylis, He-Who-Brings-The-Final-Harvest, Whose Whispers Chain, Speaker Of The Final Silence, He Who Holds In Thrall, Perfected Principle Of Consumption and his other aspects. He desires that all Creation should be freed from this meaninglessness for he is the creator that was betrayed by his children" She then looks at the visitor with a suspicious look "I'll tell you more when I have the time, you may even visit the inner sanctum of my shrine"
Tiziri	"It sounds like it shall be of interest to speak of." The veiled girl says. For there is something of her that implies youth. Or at least barely into adulthood for all her overly sagacious words. She bows to the other. "This was very interesting. Thank you." She makes a flourishing bow in the style of the people of her part of creation, wherever that may be.