what if God was one of us?

She comes just as she said she would. Though the tree crackles enigmatically at her presence, the smell of ozone and electricity filling the air, the projection of the goddess does not manifest. Instead, the tree wraps around Wessex drawing her close to the bark that is anything but natural. Soon...I will find you, soon... A voice whispers. Not the Voice's, but not not hers either. Their mission is nearly complete and the goddess cannot be disturbed. Not yet... Fingers made of branches tighten around Wessex and sparks like synapses firing suddenly alight the darkness. Within Wessex a new upgrade takes form, controlled and connected directly into her mind.