Stood atop light poured like a lifeless entity, heights and sounds of slow murderous thoughts, spread in from clouds so thick they could ooze gods will to your breast.
Her span was lost atop this glow. While she looked at all she perceived. But there was an intricate joy, there was a mind which linked to hers. An as she heard, it's sight saw her, from beneath the winds of "Prey Tell mountain".
The face of "Anomphrasees" She was a Goddess who also perceived all which she pervade. "let her tell us what to do from here on out" she cried. But the wind did not tell her, for what she screamed so aloft, an daily.
The light as if dystopian, darkened her perception and the future looked bleak. For if she could not deliberate the truth from here on out. She would always be alone, in this death.
