Healer

My oath, a word, a mission, a law, to walk the sacred path of being human— fierce, and yet profoundly kind. My soul, a compass, divinely aligned. I heal with a thousand salient balms— words, deeds, and quiet thought. For wounds unseen and histories unsaid, a constant, quiet redemption I've sought. I am a living truth of mercy's deep mechanics. A quiet hand that mends the broken, a boundless sea of grace. If my silence disturbs you, know I am choosing health over hollow greatness, over loud display, and the fleeting shimmer of cheap grace. My strength is born in stillness, a vow my heart will keep. I am good, not merely nice. See me in the arc where Priest, Prophet, and King bend toward justice.