Two Eyes Cenote (BOO) Musō-ka

again she manifests in @Toula's room; this time in a way that is not oppressive, like a wintertime cold front. this time she lingers within the veil of the dead.
it is a late hour. attendants have long since ceased their work. mazoi lingered on night-watch in the corridor.
the queen stretched thin above the sleeping body, watching, watching, watching; a tendril of her chill reaching for the princess, weaving across her tongue. each breath a drink.

as toula drank in the spirit, she was drawn to the between-place. a place where the dead could watch the living. it was not unlike a dream space - apropos to the moment, as the girl had been deep asleep.

daughter, came a voice, familiar; a faceless mother. around her, garlands of desert roses blooming white.
petals falling to toula's feet.
gliding now, towards a plinth of stone. akashingo's monuments rising around her; the cenote opening at her feet.
toula...