夜深人静，宫殿里的烛火快灭了，光目太子还是坐得笔直。那块玉佩又摸了摸，温的，他娘临终前塞给他的。入手温润，刻着一轮弯月，旁边还有几个模糊不清的小字，他每次看都感觉像是刻在他心坎里似的。

" Inhalte " he thought, his heart sinking again. His mother had suffered greatly in her final days, and it was all because of her past actions. Guilt gnawed at him, a constant reminder of his failure to save her.

Suddenly, a faint light flickered in the distance, as if a star had fallen. Curious, the prince stood up and walked to the window. Beyond the palace walls, he saw a bright figure descending from the sky, clad in flowing robes that shimmered like the moonlight.

As the figure landed gracefully, the prince could hardly believe his eyes. It was a nun, her face serene and compassionate, with eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of the universe. She raised her hand and touched the ground, and at that moment, the ground trembled slightly.

The nun turned to face the prince and smiled warmly. "You have the heart of a noble soul," she said. "I am Avalokiteshvara, the Bodhisattva of Compassion. I have been sent by the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha to guide you on your path."