Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers
The warm breath condensed into a small puff of white mist in the cold air, vanishing in an instant.
He extended his slender fingers, carefully picking up the incense sticks from the offering table. The incense was specially made, black in color, and when lit, it did not emit the usual fresh scent but instead released a thick, sweet, and bloody smoke that made him cough twice. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, but he dared not wipe them away, letting them slide down his cheeks, afraid that such an action would be seen as disrespectful by the divine doll before him.