Pilgrimage

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best The tree was rumoured only to light up at night - but as Bastien set out his offerings and cast his voice into the hollow, it pulsed to him, setting all of the branches afire with its glow. "Your curiosity is a gift, young one. Let it never fade." A voice like honey rang from within, though nothing yet made an appearance to him. Only the Voice could be heard, literally and figuratively. "Whilst I can do little with the gifts you bring, they are appreciated always," it continued, feminine and somehow wise with youth. "Safrin does not rule these woods, so I am afraid your goddess will not hear you. But I do."