The most pious servant is prostrate at the feet of God, and who is prostrate at the feet of God's servant?
Short story. (My hands are itchy, so I have to write something. Is it a series about the Kanmai City next door? It's related, but not much, and it's not important anyway. I'm too lazy to write a new setting)
Intention: We, all mortals, should live a good life.
