《祭祀》
一
当钟声响起时，我便知道，祭典要开始了。
这是家族的传统，每隔十八年的今，家族都会召开一场隆重而华贵的祭祀典礼，来供奉家族的无上的神明。
二
而我，是这场祭典上唯一的祭司。
三
我穿上复杂的祭司礼服，在母亲担忧的眼神中坐上了前往神庙的花轿。离开前，我按照家族旧礼，将祭司的祝福送给了母亲肚子里面还未出生的孩子。
四
神庙修建在山上，花轿停在山脚，我怀着虔诚的心，一步一步走上了前往神庙的楼梯。
山路很长，此时的祭司服变得十分厚重，但我感受不到这该有的疲惫。
我从出生起，便被教导要背负起祭司的责任。
五
在到达到神庙后，我看着所有人都饱含希冀、热泪盈眶。他们十分自然地退至我的身后，点燃了我手中的烛火。我知道，接下来的路，只有自己。因为神庙，是不容许除祭司以外的人进入的。
六
神庙很暗，那扇大门在短暂的打开后，又关闭了起来。我举着唯一的火光，慢慢向里面走去。我敢发誓，那些人绝对没有进来过，因为他们一旦走近，便会看到满地的尸骨。
七
在看到所谓的神明后，我没有一点意外。只是解开了衣服，方便“神明”的吃食。
八
从一开始，我就知道，我是这场祭典中唯一的祭品。
九
母亲肚子里面的孩子诞生了。那是我为家族留下的下一个祭品，也是下一个“我”。十八年后，他会同样成为祭司。
十
祭典不会停止，所有人都会沉溺于轮回，而我，为这个故事写上开头。
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the offering
one
hen the bell tolls, I kno the ceremony is about to begin.
It's a family tradition, held every eighteen years on this day, here the family hosts a grand and luxurious sacrificial rite to honor our supreme deity.
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And I am the sole priestess in this ritual.
three
dressed in the intricate vestments of a priestess, I board the palanquin bound for the temple under my mother's orried gaze. before departing, I follo the old customs of the family and besto the priestess's blessing upon the unborn child in my mother's omb.
Four
the temple is built atop a mountain, and the palanquin stops at the foot of the hill. ith a devout heart, I ascend the stairs leading to the temple one step at a time.
the path is long, and the ceremonial robes feel exceedingly heavy, yet I do not sense the expected eariness.
From birth, I as taught to shoulder the responsibilities of a priestess.
Five
Upon reaching the temple, I see everyone brimming ith hope, tears elling in their eyes. they retreat naturally behind me, igniting the candle in my hand. I understand that the path ahead is mine alone to tread, for no one other than the priestess is alloed inside the temple.
Six
the temple is dark; the door opens briefly before closing again. holding the only source of light, I sloly make my ay inside. I sear that no one has ever entered here, for if they did, they ould itness the bones stren across the floor.
Seven
Upon seeing the so-called deity, I am not surprised. I merely undress, making myself ready for the \"deity's\" feast.
Eight
From the very beginning, I kne I as the sole offering in this ceremony.
Nine
the child in my mother's omb is born. that is the next offering I leave to the family, the next \"me\". In eighteen years, he too ill bee a priest.
ten
the ceremony ill not cease; all ill be trapped in the cycle of rebirth. And I, I rite the beginning of this tale.