The Sentinels circle of perversion

"See and hear color... hmmm..." Osprey cast a "give me a moment" look at Lasher and stopped in her tracks. She closed her eyes and shut out the world around her. The sounds and smells died down and with one swift leap her mind had crossed the void between the reality and her mind castle, which she had shaped in a form of a forest. 

There among the tall and centuries old trees, sky with the moon and stars on one side and the sun shining on the other, she took the winding path that led right in the depths of the imaginary realm. Shapes and shadows of various creatures went past her, occasionally stopping to cast a glance at her in silent inquiry and then turning away. Not this time... she whispered quietly, focusing on finding threads for the story Lasher would later hear. Then she spotted it - a tiny thing, emitting golden light, she touched it and it exploded in myriad of various images from past and present, each one of them connected in a spiderweb of associations. 

"Well, that was fun," she told her alpha with her eyes still closed. "Pick a color and a name, please!"