where the stars do not take sides

We do, daughter of sands and shadows. A voice whispered, sang, rustled, and echoed out of the silence and stillness. Not a voice you could recognize or even replay again in your memory. But it was there, as sure as anything. Sure as ghosts and portals, rifts and rolling hills of blood red sands. We see you very well. But Melita would not see them very well. In fact, she'd not see anything. Instead she'd merely feel an uprising in her soul, like a hug against her bones and a song in the cockles of her heart, but nothing more.