Of Stranger Things

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best Projecting through the shrine, the Voice appears soundlessly. Other than her appearance, the only herald of her arrival is the way the roots that streak through the underground pulse an electric blue in the wake of her arrival, and the way the air smells vaguely of petrichor. "Hello bright one." She says in a pleasant if not deceptively youthful voice. "I am pleased to see that LongNight left you untouched. Was that because of you, or me, I wonder?" She asked with a smile that said she already knew the answer. "Your questions can wait." She continued, holding up a predictive hand to halt the questions that her ascended was looking to ask. "First, drink and be restored. You are well, but LongNight has not left you completely without its marks." Extending a pale and projected wrist, suddenly where Wessex might grasp her became amazingly corporeal.