you're invited

the Voice It was time. Over a season of work, of lending the strength given so freely by two of her bright ones. Experimentations (a lot of them failures, but they wouldn't need to know about those) and iterations had all led up to this moment. A strange storm had fallen upon the Hollowed Grounds that night, lightning weaving through the snow, and the world trembled with each thunderclap. But Bastien and Rexanna would know. They would feel the pull of it, some distant pang, the culmination of this labour of love forming and sparking in the deep depths of the underground. Best they make haste. Someone was waiting and eager to meet them. 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101110