[ WP ] A minor deity sits alone on its patch of land , forgotten by humanity . It can only be perceived by those who believe in it . Occasionally , humans pass by and leave the deity ever ignored . One day , someone greets the deity .

The soft crunch of new snow broke Shim Chung out of her reverie. She spent most of her days lost in daydreams, the only reprieve from the monotony of a forgotten existence. She stood up and started to feel her way around the house. Of course she had memorized every single plank that made up her home, but in her excitement Shim Chung found herself scrambling and probing around the kitchen trying to gather her wits and start some tea. 
 
 A quiet knock stopped Shim Chung in her tracks. She stood frozen, mouth agape as a small tear threatened to free itself. She squealed as she rushed towards the door, bumping her head on the crossbeam as she did. Taking a deep breath and smoothing the creases in her [ hanbok ] ( http: //www.ballardadventure.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Hanbok-1-650x1024.jpg ) Shim Chung opened the door. 
 
 `` Hello?!'' She nearly shouted in excitement, as she reached her hands out to embrace the stranger. Except there was nothing there? Confused she grasped at the air in front of her puzzled as to her phantom guest. 
 
 `` I'm down here'' A soft voice said. And indeed he was, Shim Chung mused as she put her hands on the young boy's (? ) head. She ruffled his soft hair and brushed the snow off of his shoulders. 
 
 As she knelt down to talk to him ( once again she could n't really be sure, his voice still had the high timbre of youth ) and was surprised when the child wrapped his arms around her neck. He buried his head in her neck and softly started to cry. With the quiet grace Shim Chung wrapped her arms around him and carried him into her house. *Poor child* she thought, *frozen near death in the middle of the night*. Still carrying the stranger she walked back into the kitchen ( bumping her head again ) and closer to the fire where the water was boiling. 
 
 They sat in silence for a few minutes. Her tending to the fire and tea and him... *What WAS he doing*? she wondered, cursing her blindness. She wanted to respect the young strangers privacy but he was being SO quiet, and it had been so long. 
 
 `` Whats your name?'' Shim Chung asked as she poured tea. It was a mixture of herbs and dried ginseng. She hoped it was n't too bitter for the young boy. 
 
 `` Min Hee'' the soft voice replied. `` I'm 8 years old and I go to Yongsan Elementary School.'' 
 
 *Oho he has manners* `` Well Min-a what are you doing this late? Where are your parents?'' 
 
 

