A gentle and kind voice resounded in Damon's mind. "The path you have been forcing yourself to walk is flawed. You do not need to struggle like this. You do not need to tear yourself apart to grow."
"Stay," the voice continued. "Learn. Understand. Become what you were meant to be." It was not his mother's voice, but it was very similar and definitely this voice cared more about him than his mother ever did.
This person would never lead him astray!
In fact, there was no point in thinking about any of these. Only the scripture mattered. If he could somehow understand every inch of the scripture, study them down to their last detail…
Wait. What the hell was going on? Damon snapped his eyes open. "Fuck."
"Amitabah! Your mind is impressive." The monk's face suddenly appeared in front of Damon. In fact, all he could see was the monk and only the monk. As he looked at his face, once again he found himself standing in the temple and staring at the golden scriptures.
