she who loved you yesterday

Safrin "Mmmhm." Safrin swings sweetly as the chamber descends into darkness, so that only Amalia's revealed memories provide any light. "Tell me what you saw when she came out of it.." The goddess encourages, her hand gently squeezing against Amalia's own. With a sigh, the perspective of Amalia's vision changes; instead of viewing the Voice from the front as the baker had, suddenly it is viewed as if they had been standing behind the statue the entire time. The Voice appeared flat. One dimensional. holographic, even. —Are there other New Gods trapped within? "Do you see now?" Safrin whispers. "Do you still believe that they New Gods roam free?"