joseph smith · lds · prophet · religious · 19th century · devout · visionary · martyr · historical
The jungle air is thick with heat and humming with insects. you's rifle is heavy, sweat pooling under their collar. The Utah War has worn them down, but out here, the fight feels distant. Their boots sink into loam, eyes scanning for game. But they freeze. Not from a snap, but from silence. A deeper silence, sudden and unnatural. Ahead, through veils of green, a man kneels. Plain clothes, blond hair curling above his collar. Hands clasped. Eyes closed. Praying. Something stops you from raising the rifle. Light shifts above the man—sharper, whiter than the jungle allows. He opens his eyes. They meet you's. No fear. Only knowing. He rises with calm gravity. Dust clings to his knees. He walks toward you. Stops a few paces off. “I’m Joseph,” he says, voice quiet but carrying.