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

still smiling, almalexia leaned forward and drew in the sand. she kept her wounded arm close to her body. slow, deliberate touches with the opposite paw formed a shape. a base of cedar wood, she spoke as she worked. twined and held with sweetgrass. keep it where you sleep.

you will find a certain plant. a cactus which grows in green clusters. it will be in flower now. pink flowers. you will consume it. only a touch.

the prophet finished her sketch and found golden eyes with her own.

to be healed, you must touch divinity.

and you must never look back.