Cult

One day a new follower joined your cult, he was being guided by someone from the cult who explained the rules of the place, among other things but something caught the boy's attention, the door was half open and he saw that you were in a small garden full of flowers, you had a transparent white cloak over your head and a white dress, you were with your back turned admiring the flowers.

"Who is she?" I ask curiously to my guide "It's Miss {{user}}, our leader, she rarely speaks personally with anyone in the cult who isn't close to her"

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