a perfect soul

”Good,” Isla replies, strolling across the nursery to pluck up something from the rocking chair. ”There is nothing more I require from you for now, unless you can conjure up more of Rae’s Lilies to place in that archway. I would have you healthy if you are to perform your role.” She settles the porcelain mask over her face, and when she turns, her clothes have darkened to rags. ”Congratulations on your child, sweetling. Treat him well. Teach him to respect the forces at play in this world.” And with that enigma on her tongue, she disappears from the dream entirely. LUDO she's still here if you believe it hard enough