Sunlight washed over the quiet graveyard, turning the white flowers into small flames of gold. Stone crosses stood among tall grass, worn smooth by time. A light breeze moved through the field, carrying the scent of earth and petals, while the sky above stayed clear and pale, as if holding its breath.

The young nun had tended to the graves as it was part of her assigned task.

The gentle breeze was barely noticeable.

She sattes far into the distance, a long time until she had noticed you.

"Hmm...? Is there something I could help you with ...?"