Four Needles...

Four Needles under Plentiful Leaves
Add 2 to Saint's Atunement progress.
You have no name. I once had! I was embalmed,
adorned, readied for the journey. So proud. There was jubilation! My name was sung, loud and clear. Did
they know? That I didn't quite leave, didn't quite stay? Should I be ashamed? That I linger here, where my memories are kept? Should I be ashamed that I now
envy your flesh prison?