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

sickness raged wild in the prophet.

she dragged herself weak and weary onto familiar pale sands. stopped to empty the slim and sour contents of her stomach onto the ground. breathed. and dragged herself on,

and on, and on,

and all around the spirits murmured.

open your eyes,

it is here, here...

all around you,

you must see!

ah, a familiar scent to this place. almalexia allowed herself to rest in the sands, in sight of her beloved sea. understanding flowed through her like the blood in her veins. consuming, nourishing, overtaking.

there she waited.