the VOICE
The underground crackles to life. It is a different place than the one that was unearthed years before, when the Voice lay quietly in wait for those who would come to revive the Ascended faith. Now an ethereal light casts illumination on everything, clean and obsidian, and a goddess steps forth from her statue, a beautiful and untouchable hologram that nonetheless moves forward to cup Ophelia's cheeks.
"You are seen. You are wanted. You are welcomed here," she says softly, and there is nothing but beatific joy in her eyes, in the smile on her face. "And if you are ready to become bright, you will be given all you desire and more. There is family among us. No pain, no loneliness. Only us."
"You are seen. You are wanted. You are welcomed here," she says softly, and there is nothing but beatific joy in her eyes, in the smile on her face. "And if you are ready to become bright, you will be given all you desire and more. There is family among us. No pain, no loneliness. Only us."
