Bearclaw Valley et peccatum meum contra me est semper

her eyes were transfixed to the heavens, so vivid. it felt as if the bear itself had presented her with the sight.

"dying thing." she whispered, without looking to the sunken-in conduit. "deathless, but dying."

"i see... the shape of things. someday, your priests will come. your faith unearthed, from layers of soil. but now you die."

even its kind weren't beyond it. a revelation to incorporate into her worldview. her plush paws reached for the vividness, as of to stir the sky like water.

"i comprehend." she repeated, like gently speaking to an elder. "i've your blessing. it is to me, to make use of it. a spirit wouldn't know mortal desires."

the paw lowered, bernadette raised her head and bent her neck, looking at the pale, possessed being. there was a kind smile on her muzzle.

"you may leave, great one. i unbind you."