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[sanctum-sacrificium]

Why do you think the sun shines so brightly?  Maybe it collects stars during the day & scatters  them across the sky at night. A blind fortune -  telling of the morrow.                                                 --------- R. N.                    I watched the sun get reflected from leaves,                    little primrose ballerinas stepping on emerald                    specks.                                                -------- R. N.                                      Between a second and a minute,                                      there is an infinity of caresses.                                                                     -------- R. N.          And so, her days passed with nothing but a pen & spilled thoughts. It was a way to reassure herself,  that she was still alive. Living between the cracks of a cerebrum. Pushing through impulses & dreams. Clawing at the remnants of an identity at the tail of a nightmare. A way to convince herself that what she does is enough proof to indicate her existence. Even if she had been deemed dead by her village. A shadow perching from island to island – tracing the circumference of mist & fog. They had welcomed her – those from Kirigakure – with much contempt, but she had preferred to dwell in the little isles that surrounded the village. And she found much needed solace in writing Kakashi, small glimpses of imagination & observation. It was a way to confirm her safety.

          And yet, years had rolled & her letters grew shorter & shorter, until one day – they ceased. She had rediscovered untouched territories of her soul. She had listened to the voices in their eyes. The eyes of children. Of those who needed her help. Of those who knew naught about her past. Who were genuine. Who were honest. Who accepted reality as it is. Who looked at her and saw her for who she is. Who saw the kindness. Who saw the devotion. Who saw Rin Nohara and not just a vessel.