Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
To anyone else, the bowels of the monolith would appear as no more than pitch darkness, an unfathomable black blur untouched by the slowly rising sun. But Ascended eyes pierced the veil, through that narrow sliver where weathered rock turned jagged, dripping with moisture and laden with liches and cobweb. Only an armslength in the space appeared to widen, into a narrow space where something had piled up in a nook glistening with damp. A lumpy bundle of rags, covered in dust and cobwebs. A musty smell of mildew and damp permeated the space, and the faintest of drafts suggested that the crack continued onwards, further back - too small for any person to pass through.
All was still. All was silent.
The wafting breeze caught on a tangled strands of something silver that sprawled across the cavern floor. Made them stir, glint in the darkness - then settle again.
All was still. All was silent.
The wafting breeze caught on a tangled strands of something silver that sprawled across the cavern floor. Made them stir, glint in the darkness - then settle again.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
