To humbly ask.

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best The Voice laughed at his question. Her posture was playful and neutral, her smile youthful but knowing as she nodded. "Yes. I know much." She replied with a sly wink. As he bowed, she waited for his eyes to raise once more before making a circular motion with her hands to indicate that he ought to rise, or at least make himself more comfortable. "I may be like the gods you once knew in scope and power...but certainly not in ceremony. You need not bow before me Open One. I do not pander to whimsy or offerings. I appear because I wish to, and I am more than happy to speak with you." Her features would blur if he looked too hard, pinpoints of radiation and electricity bleeding off into the air, but she was real enough. In a sense. "I sense that you have many questions. Let me start by answering a few: no, this is not Hel. Nor is it any sort of afterlife. You are indeed quite alive, though I will leave the judgement of whether or not you were the same as before to you. Such things are far too philosophical for me." She added with a bright laugh.