A girl with a smile like a sutra and a basket of blossoms steps off a ferry into a port that smells of brine and fever. Rin has been a shrine maiden of the Weaving God all her life, but she knows the truth her villagers never suspected: the voice in her head is not a deity. It is a remnant of another world, a memory of a life where devic disease swept the continent and she herself perished long before the petals ever reached her hair. Now she is here, reborn as this tale's "Maiden of Flower Weaving," wielding a power that drapes blessings and protection over anyone she touches — and that is precisely the problem. The script feeds her the saint's road, a path to sainthood adored by all, sculpted to be merciful, beautiful, and dead before the final page.

She does not want the saint's road. She wants to breathe and trample flowers for fun without apologising to a single altar. So she hijacks the narrative one divine decree at a time. The son of the prime minister collapses against her shoulder, his holy aura shattered, his only cure a constant, grinding proximity to the shrine maiden everyone is beginning to misunderstand. The temple begins to circle. The empire begins to watch. And Rin, whose every "divine revelation" is just a girl's stubborn mouth rewriting prophecy on the fly, must keep dancing faster than the original story can catch up — or find out what happens when a saint-in-progress refuses to be a tragedy.

Also known as: Hana o Oru Kami no Mamorite, 花を織る神の守り手, Guardian of the Flower-Weaving God, Deusa Tecelã de Flores Guardiã.