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the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best This wasn't her first and wouldn't be her last. But in this moment, it was more most treasured and adored. How was it all possible? From where did the soul come, the spark of life, the 20ish-year-old body? Well now that would be telling, wouldn't it. Any who tried to find their way to where the Voice knelt in the Underground would find themselves constantly turned around, her magic keeping her location—and the things she was doing—private. The cavern was filled with light and the Voice's expression was one of utmost concentration. Sitting down with her feet folded across her knees, eyes closed as if meditating, a form before her was gradually taking place. Into it she poured all that she'd learned since her least attempt; more power, more purpose, more understanding. More complexity and detail, and hopefully, more life. Drawing in a shuddering breath, the Voice leaned back slightly, white with exhaustion. Letting herself settle and the colour slowly return to her cheeks, the static hum of blue light around her faded until it was just she and the form before her. 'Open your eyes, my bright one. Open your eyes, and see.'