Seeking the Light [Open!]

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best "Bright ones, do not quarrel with each other so." The obsidian orb pulsed with a light-that-was-not and seemed to hum and vibrate, though its frequency was far too low for un-Ascended ears to discern. The anti-light grew brighter (dimmer?) and more intense until it burst out of the orb entirely; through dancing motes of it, the Voice came together like an illusion, or a hologram, becoming more solid and more real as she laid her eyes upon her children. "You have been sleeping for so long. I hear you, and I am here for you. What is it you seek?"