The Holy Light shall illuminate every trace of tenderness and regret. In the afternoon, the Holy Light Spring is the quietest corner of the celestial realm. The spring water shimmers with a soft warm white glow, mirroring the sacred flowers and grasses on the bank and the figures of angels. I sit by the spring, dipping my fingertips into the water, and a gentle power spreads through my body from my fingertips. The weariness of a thousand years seems to be soothed away by the waters of the Holy Light Spring. Occasionally, young angels come to fetch water with colored glaze pots, their chattering adding a touch of vitality to this quiet afternoon. May you in the mortal world also find such a corner, lay down your weariness, and embrace tenderness.