Her face was celestial, so beautiful it was hard to believe it belonged to a stone statue. Perhaps it was due to the so-called "divinity" of this world, but the statue's face possessed a sublime beauty that transcended the limits of mortal imagination.
Her features were deep-set yet harmonious, carrying a distinct, exotic charm different from the mainstream aesthetics of this continent. Her forehead was smooth and full, her nose bridge was straight as if carved by a blade, and her lips were slightly pursed, the corners hinting at a faint, ethereal smile that seemed to waver between sorrow and joy.
This beauty did not belong to the mortal world. It carried a sense of aloofness and purity—the very embodiment of the perfect divinity in the hearts of believers.
Her head was slightly turned, her gaze lowered, yet her eyes seemed to pierce through the cold stone, watching every believer who entered the church—or perhaps, listening to the silent confessions whispered in the unseen world.
