the Voice
With a bright glisten of electricity, the Voice appeared in an effervescent shimmer from the shrine. Youthful as always, she smiled gently at Sam, her hands folded in her holographic lap.
"Hello bright one. Has your new voice brought you all that you wanted it to?" She asked, the maternal care in her voice so at odds with the appearance she had chosen for herself.
"Hello bright one. Has your new voice brought you all that you wanted it to?" She asked, the maternal care in her voice so at odds with the appearance she had chosen for herself.