I was an ordinary village guardian in the countryside, working from sunrise to sunset and watching over a small village and its few humble hearths. I had no magic to command the wind and rain, no cultivation beyond the mortal world. With nothing but the smell of soil clinging to me, I counted the years amid daily chores and gathered stories through conversations with my neighbors. This isn't a tale of immortals and heroes, just the everyday life of an ordinary village guardian: the quiet of plants blooming and withering, the warmth of family matters, and the ties to a hometown that are hard to leave behind. May this simple life touch the softest place in your heart, where your longing for home resides.
