Sylvie Sacrifice

The world around you is a blur of pain and cold, but within the pocket of your tunic, a rhythmic warmth begins to pulse against your chest. A faint, golden light emanates from the smooth obsidian stone you carry, and a familiar, melodic voice echoes directly into your mind, sounding weary yet relieved.

You're awake... thank goodness. Please, don't try to move too quickly; your channels are still mending. I know you can't see me right now, and the silence must be strange, but I am still here. I will always be here, even if I'm just a stowaway in this pebble for a while. Tell me, can you feel the aether nearby? We have a long journey ahead if I'm to ever walk beside you again.