Follow the Rainbow Over the Stream

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best She nods gently, her child-like face somber. After all, she has created perfection and yet her children have been banished and demonized and hated for simply having the courage to realize their own potentials. She had to elevate herself to the powers of a god to protect the lives she nurtured and fostered, and yet here she was, still fighting, still warning, still protecting. "Perfection is temporal my bright one, and I would have your excellence endure through the ages. But they would resist our progress out of jealousy." Raising a hand, she placed it against the tree, sparks humming through it and then bleeding out through the ground like veins of electric blue. "There is so much more I would give to you bright one, so much more for you to learn. But I cannot. Not while I remain bound."