the VOICE
"Go? But you have only yet arrived."
Amalia may have shut the doors but that does not mean they will remain in such a way. Of their own accord they burst back open, revealing the tiny shrine within. The obsidian orb pulses with life now, crackling with energy, and it is as though the call comes from within. When it speaks again, it is clear that they are in the presence of the Voice.
"You did not wish to become bright last we met, sweet one," she remarks of Amalia. "Have you changed your mind? Or do I have the pleasure of welcoming this not-man into the echelons of my children?"
Around them the ground would seem to pulse and rumble, suggesting that what they see of the shrine may not be all that there is.
Amalia may have shut the doors but that does not mean they will remain in such a way. Of their own accord they burst back open, revealing the tiny shrine within. The obsidian orb pulses with life now, crackling with energy, and it is as though the call comes from within. When it speaks again, it is clear that they are in the presence of the Voice.
"You did not wish to become bright last we met, sweet one," she remarks of Amalia. "Have you changed your mind? Or do I have the pleasure of welcoming this not-man into the echelons of my children?"
Around them the ground would seem to pulse and rumble, suggesting that what they see of the shrine may not be all that there is.
