5)

It is a tireless game I play. Searching, always searching for the benefit of those who may no longer walk freely.
That is what they ask of me, that is what I am bound to do.
When a person’s mundan vessel expires, the essence that is who they truly are comes to me. And I, I bind them to what echoes throughout their being.
A leaf for the structured.
A tree for the wise.
A stone for the cold.
A feather for the meek.
Each person differs and it is my job to decipher their each thought and word, giving one a new beginning.