I Hope You Understand the Indifference - Chapter 1
Even Niniya was full of suspicion. She tugged at a lock of hair and checked on the ends. The tips of her hair which were once vibrant golden colour have turned white like the tail of a weasel.
Niniya had always thought that pure white, which spreads farther than black darkness, was a closer colour to death.
The embrace of the Goddess meant death.
Perhaps that was why the Goddess was always bathed in white light.
