I was invited in, and I sat across from the shaman in front of her shrine.
Her shrine had nothing too fancy. There was a wall with a drawing of mountains and a dragon behind her, and underneath the drawing were candles and bells, which I assumed she would use for spiritual practices.
I did not look for too long, though, as she drew my attention to the empty golden bowl in front of her with a light strike.
The sound of the bowl was like that of one that had water filled to the brim, but the bowl was empty. At least, to my eyes, it was.
"Hwang Jo-Pil," she called my name, and I flinched.
I never told her my name, so how did she...?
I raised my gaze and found her smiling at me. Even through the veil, I could see her smile. It was old and worn, and I wondered if this woman had long to live.
"Don't look at me like that, I still have a lot of years ahead of me." She said, and I quickly looked away, realizing it was rude to stare like that.
