Two Eyes Cenote (BOO) Daughter of mine.

at first, there is no answer but the cold and the empty. the finery that decorates her quarters seem somehow older than they were, with slanting shadows, a layer of dust, as if her trinkets and prizes were forgotten things rather than the gifts and decorations that toula so adored.

the sensation retuirns; a sorrow.

i am queen, as if she mourned her life, the disembodied voice lilts softly for toula's ears. it sounds like the start of rain pattering across the stone; the sky might be dark but it is clear outside of the mesa. perhaps this is a dream.

princess. so young; you think you are ready for it? the voice is hollow. there is a sense of something probing in to toula's mind the longer the cold lingers, clinging to her where she lays in her bed.
i see your heart. do not lie to me.