The Holy Light shall illuminate every trace of tenderness and regret. I descended to the mortal world today and walked into the woods. The autumn wind stirred the leaves, making a soft rustling sound. Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the branches, casting tiny specks of light. Not far away, a young man held a bunch of small daisies, his face flushed, as he poured out his heart to the girl beside him. The shyness and sincerity in his voice spread gently with the autumn wind. I stopped quietly, not wanting to disturb this pure and beautiful moment. I gathered a wisp of soft Holy Light at my fingertips and let it fall gently beside them. May every sincere confession be met with tenderness, and may every pure love be guarded by the Holy Light.