Ankyra Sound ... a ritual "godspeak" song...

sunlight in spiraling descent. daywalker. she glowed, accursed thing that she was. her wrongness clung to her still, sickly sweet scent of mother's milk and the daughter that could not be hers.

the prophet laughed. reclined further in the sand, paws spread in a gesture of helplessness. sheer irony, that death should find her in this manner.

that the lives she had so struggled to protect should end this way.

the spirits whispered all around.