Restoration...maybe

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best "You call, but not for yourself. I answer." The light in the recesses of the ground pulsed and crackled, filling the chamber with an eerie light. Static, too, covered the statue of the young woman, but there was no figure emerging this time, no warm welcome, no pleasure in their visit. They were lost and incomplete and would be for always, unless they made considerable efforts to change. But the spoke of her Ascended, they spoke of Samuel. And so the Voice listened. And there was much to hear, it seemed - when she spoke again it was more gentle, curious even. "You created something for him," she repeated. "What does it do, pray tell? Step closer."