Though Lynn had food in her mouth, her hands never stopped working.
Making Moon Candles was an essential skill for the Candlelight Society's low-ranking clergy.
The light of these candles could effectively protect people from Pollution's erosion. Combined with the Candlelight Society's reverence for candle flames, they carried an additional layer of religious significance.
Transcendents needed a certain degree of protection when reading forbidden knowledge, and Moon Candles were the most common means. It was said that the highest-grade Moon Candles could even dispel the Pollution accumulated within a Transcendent's body, but that was far beyond an ordinary nun like Lynn.
She was merely an ordinary nun. Her daily duties consisted of reciting prayers, assisting the bishop, and cleaning the church.
Recently, however, ripples had disturbed her life. The people in the church all felt that Sister Lynn had become increasingly fond of sleeping.
Only she herself knew that she had recently been having a dream—a dream in which... in which a strange being spoke strange things.
They sounded like little stories, yet with even a little thought, one could sense their absurdity. They simply made no logical sense.
That being also often spoke of inexplicable principles and formulas. Lynn only half understood them and could never quite make sense of them.
Still, it was more interesting than the dull life of a nun. She had grown fond of sleeping, hoping to hear a few more stories, though unfortunately, she did not have that dream every time.
It would be nice if that being appeared every time.
Come to think of it, what did that being look like again?
Lynn tried to remember, but no matter what she did, she could not recall. As her thoughts wandered, she suddenly dazed out. Before her, the scene seemed to turn into a