Follow the Rainbow Over the Stream

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best The bard was ignored, horrifyingly mundane attuned that he was. The Voice had only eyes for her creation. "Humbleness." The Voice murmured as if making a note of something. Perhaps something to get rid of later. "Your mind is nearly as bright a spark as you are my perfect one. I have merely ignited you, but it is you who shall burn and grow forever." "Other?" With a warm smile buzzing with potential, the Voice touched the 'bark' of the tree. Tendrils of electricity ran through and up it, revealing it not so much as a completely untouched organic growth, but a complicated creation, not unlike Isla herself. "Focus daughter. Focus, and feel." Reaching forward, the Voice would close Isla's lashes. As she did, the darkness of her mind would brighten and the world inside of the bubble would emerge like some sort of holographic map. "Feel me, Isla. Feel, and see." She encouraged, and indeed, the ascended would feel a buzzing in her bones, drawing her mind to the places that most strongly held a tie to the Voice.