One day, a sad woman walks into the temple. She had to choose between her dreams and her fears. She rose her eyes towards the shrine where she could finally see the nine tailed fox. She didn't seem to notice it until that day. She found it painfully glorious, bright, peaceful and compassionate. That was the moment when her feet were swiped away, fell to her knees and cried honestly, wholeheartedly, in a liberating sobbing, with warm tears, washing away all the saddness and disappointment. The crying stopped and she dared raise her head and saw him. A tall, beautiful, young man. Long silver hair, grey eyes, traditional clothing embracing his delicate, inhuman body.
"Are you done crying?" he asked her with the softest voice she had ever heard.
"What? Who are you?" murmured slightly frightened towards the young man
"I am you. I am the open hearted version of you. I apologize for frightening you, but I am here if you feel like talking"
"Why would I talk to you? I don't even know you. What can you possibly know about...