[Within the forest are dozens of grand houses. Laughter trickles out the doors from those dressed in jewels and silk and faceless. They all direct to the same place, for this is a story with only one point.
A small shack farther within the forest, with a lock keeping something in rather then out. Inside is a beautiful shrine, decked to the brim with gold and red trim. In the center of it all is something wrapped in pure white silk and kept upright by more silk bound around it and four pillars. A mask of many colors adorns its face, white hair uneven but able to touch the ground. Otherwise there are no identifiable features.
The box of offerings is empty. Judging by the cobwebs, it's been empty for a long time. Yet there is nothing wrong with asking since that is their duty. So says the people.
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[Within the forest are dozens of grand houses. Laughter trickles out the doors from those dressed in jewels and silk and faceless. They all direct to the same place, for this is a story with only one point.
A small shack farther within the forest, with a lock keeping something in rather then out. Inside is a beautiful shrine, decked to the brim with gold and red trim. In the center of it all is something wrapped in pure white silk and kept upright by more silk bound around it and four pillars. A mask of many colors adorns its face, white hair uneven but able to touch the ground. Otherwise there are no identifiable features.
The box of offerings is empty. Judging by the cobwebs, it's been empty for a long time. Yet there is nothing wrong with asking since that is their duty. So says the people.
So says the being's role as the protagonist.]