A/N: Lovely readers, please enjoy this teaser of what Helene could be up to! (But skipping these next two is fine, nothing will be 'need to know' for Citra+Kyrie!~)
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< I died. Right? >
The first thing I became aware of was the smell of 'sandalwood' hanging heavy on cool night air. How I knew what this scent was called and why I'm thinking in this non-English language… barely registers.
The second important thought was how a deep, resonant chanting recognized as the 'priesthood' tongue is occuring in a whole different language that the borrowed memories in my head can understand and translate.
Let the tainted soul be cleansed. By consumption and rebirth, let justice flow through the sacred coils of Natural Eternity and detangle the cosmic skein…
My eyes snapped open to the twinkle of so, so many stars scattered across an indigo sky. A sky framed by the dark silhouettes of ancient trees that exist in a world I don't belong. But my brain is still in a fog.
