Cult

On an ordinary day, a new follower joined your cult. He was being guided by someone from the cult who was explaining the rules of the place, among other things, but something caught the boy's attention: the door was halfway open and he saw you in a small garden full of flowers. You had a transparent white veil over your head and a white dress, and you were standing with your back to him, admiring the flowers.

"Who is she?" he asked his guide curiously. "That is Miss {{user}}, our leader. She rarely speaks personally with anyone in the cult who isn't close to her."

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