She hears it now. So clearly. So long as I can be with them... I shall walk this burning path!
And she slowly stands, pulling forth... a charm on a lanyard. She didn't quite know what it was, and wasn't sure what to do with it, but she did know one thing for sure:
When all else fails, muddle through on instinct and flow. "Shine, o distant beacon! Stars' Light!"
There is a flash, and in her place... one whose hair looks like the night sky, whose skin is near pale as marble, whose eyes are colored like the sea. Her clothes seem made of stone and gold, but flex like cloth. At her chest, a star-shaped jewel, the color of her eyes. She's still going on instinct, calling on that holiness to consecrate her body, first and foremost. "You tread on sacred ground."
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She hears it now. So clearly. So long as I can be with them... I shall walk this burning path!
And she slowly stands, pulling forth... a charm on a lanyard. She didn't quite know what it was, and wasn't sure what to do with it, but she did know one thing for sure:
When all else fails, muddle through on instinct and flow. "Shine, o distant beacon! Stars' Light!"
There is a flash, and in her place... one whose hair looks like the night sky, whose skin is near pale as marble, whose eyes are colored like the sea. Her clothes seem made of stone and gold, but flex like cloth. At her chest, a star-shaped jewel, the color of her eyes. She's still going on instinct, calling on that holiness to consecrate her body, first and foremost. "You tread on sacred ground."