IX. THE HERMIT
The cold wind blows The Hermit's gray robe. She fights her way through the blue mist. Even she cannot see things clearly, with the purity of heart, the light of spirit will guide her forward direction.
IX. THE HERMIT
The cold wind blows The Hermit's gray robe. She fights her way through the blue mist. Even she cannot see things clearly, with the purity of heart, the light of spirit will guide her forward direction.