Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

"You probably don't, but that's just my opinion. If you asked someone else - maybe they would reply differently," Osprey shrugged - she didn't want to take the full responsibility for her words, in case Onyx decided to take them as a truth carved in stone. It was important that every single being had their own mind about things - other people's voices and opinions were simply for aiding to find your own truth.

"I was on a long journey during the summer," Osprey recalled her absence from the plateau to regain her peace of mind. "I met people, who believed that the god embodies every being, ever object. That our souls are part of this... thing... that is everything," it was hard to rephrase, what they had told her. The words had a better effect, if the person, who followed this belief, told this themselves.