Mainland...
In the hushed sanctuary, a calm voice resonated, "In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit..." Her words hung in the air, imbued with a quiet power.
A majestic figure in black stood at the altar, reciting scripture with a soothing cadence. Each syllable was delivered with precision and grace, drawing the listeners deeper into the sacred text.
The silence was profound, broken only by her voice and the soft rustle of garments. Her gaze, sharp and penetrating, seemed to reach into the depths of each soul present, offering both comfort and a gentle challenge. Only when she gestured, a subtle movement of her hand, did the congregation reply in unison, "Amen," their voices a low, reverent murmur.
Upon the altar stood a striking statue of a woman. Slender yet curvaceous, with long, flowing black hair cascading down her shoulders, she was posed in the serene posture of a saint, her hands clasped in peaceful contemplation.
