“I remember the legends that were told to me, as clear as day. Legends about a group of gods. These gods were siblings, quadruplets. However, it is about the oldest of them, the god of justice, the judge of all souls, the light of Veridona, that my grandmother tells me the most.
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‘My dear granddaughter, our god is not like others, he is not guided by the expectations of others, but by his pure heart. And that is why he loves us all, because he sees our souls, hearts and truth.’
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These words awakened in me admiration for the god of Veridona. And although these were still legends and no one had ever really seen him that often, deep in my heart I still wanted to see him at least once in my life. to find out if he was really the same as he was described in legends and messages.
In the evenings when I looked out the window, I only thought about him, whether there was a chance that he lived among us, that he did not walk among the stalls in the market, helped the elderly and taught children history and goodness. It is in these evenings that I sigh heavily, because I knew that even if it were true, he would never have had reason to look at the old herbalist’s poor daughter. Look at the girl who had nothing to offer him except her silence.
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