The cure

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best Isla Lockwood The voice slipped from the shrine as if tasting it, trying it on for size. Yes. It fit quite well. The veins that punctuated the floor began to glow a cool teal and green as the slow thrum of energy filled the room and rattled the medic's bones. The ghost of an outline appeared before the shrine which slowly became if not quite corporeal, at least solid enough to see and not be completely distracted by what little could be seen through her form. Hello new one. She said, though her lips did not move, but instead curved upwards, the smile reaching her eyes and alighting them brilliantly. You wish to ascend? To become bright? To be completed? Delight contoured her youthful face as it tilted downwards her smile widening.