The Watcher of Secret (Ang Tagapagsilip ng Lihim)

“I do not force the truth. I witnessed it. I trust what I feel, even when I cannot explain it. I honour the hidden and the sacred.” Between two carved ancestral pillars, she sits quietly, her lips secured, her gaze serene. She does not, however, remain silent. It is watchfulness. It is presence. At her feet lies water, reflecting but not stirring. She does not cross it. She encourages you to look into it. To view oneself. She is not a teacher. She is here to remind you of what you already know.