What exactly do snow-capped mountains mean to prairie people?
He desperately wanted to know an answer.
If gods can respond to people's inquiries, are they willing to answer their questions?
It was ridiculous that he wanted to trust his destiny to something that didn't exist.
But Cyrus didn't think so, at least not as desperate as he showed. He moved forward step by step, solemnly and piously. A few strands of his long braid spread out in the wind, like the decorative fabric piled on a mani. The little believer kept moving forward, blending harmoniously with the snow-capped mountains in every move.
I'm afraid he doesn't know that he is such a conspicuous believer in the eyes of others.
He loves this place, this is the answer Arslan came to with absolute certainty when he looked at his back.
Intention: What are you talking about? I just want to write and archive it for my PC.