>>6095334In a long-pactless world, where mankind yearns to once again don the garments of faith, Yima's empty eyelids split open. From the north, gnashed and stifled wails travel hundreds of miles into the lord's patient and listening ears. So the Bitter Pilgrimmage commences.
A pilgrim completely draped in fabric, having walked from his homeland without rest or food, approaches a grieving young maiden. She is frightened, but she does not flee.
"How... How can you see me in those fabrics?"
The missionary ignores her question, and does not credit his lord's name with the work, saying instead, "worms need not sight to travel."
The frightened young woman says nothing, but stares at the pilgrim's head covering.
Continuing in a tone half calming and half threatening, Yima's pilgrim says, "lass, heed my words if you wish to banish the curse on your family. Place this head of dried barley in a bowl before you sleep tonight and do not disturb it. When you have woken and the bowl is empty, you and your baby shall know peace again."
