The cure

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best The Voice nodded knowingly. You are ascended Isla Lockwood. Flesh made perfection. The limitations to what you can do and achieve are now bound only by time and not your body. You are creation made reality. Do not supplicate yourself before those who call themselves gods, for I will always hear you and will always be there for you. You are mine forever bright one. The operating room would fade in a blink and Isla would find herself standing as she had been, with the Voice's palms gently against her temples. Softly the room pulsed with light and energy and the thrum of potential. Go into the world my child. Be bright, and see.