The Healer: A Traveler of Souls
No place is too dark for the Healer; no place is too deep. With little effort, she walks to landscapes hidden from sight and obscured from memory. No landscape is too desolate for her calloused feet to tread. She is the moon, granting a soft light to walk by, the stars twinkling to remind those below of beauty, the gentle pool for the weary to rest their feet and refresh their minds. No place is too far for a Healer, no place too foreign, for inside her is the ability to speak the language of the heart. Her mouth may be still, but her heart surges forth. Her body may be far, but her soul is near. The Healer dreams hope, breathes love, and whispers strength. She does not fear the darkness, for it is not any different than the light. The Healer illuminates the beauty in both and helps mend the broken paths that make the darkness treacherous. She will sing in the sunlight, dance in the rain, sway in the moonlight, and praise throughout the changes. She may never get to see the