May 13 2025, 09:39 AM
Though Jampa's spell was successful, her mind was met with the airy silence of nothingness; it was not the eerie empty of nonexistence, but the bated breath of one waiting to be born. And just before it felt like she might suffocate, her lungs filled with the enactment of will. She saw the gardens and the cathedral bubble up out of the void on purple-pink nebulae, sparkling with stars and cosmic magic.
There was nothing to hindsight. Jampa and Cardan would be the statue's first ever guests, engraved into its stone-memory for time immemorial. It was new, having only just been spawned here by the Visitor itself, and Jampa would catch a brief glimpse of its hooded lion-skull visage at the edge of her vision. This space was special and created just for them: the gembounds.
There was nothing to hindsight. Jampa and Cardan would be the statue's first ever guests, engraved into its stone-memory for time immemorial. It was new, having only just been spawned here by the Visitor itself, and Jampa would catch a brief glimpse of its hooded lion-skull visage at the edge of her vision. This space was special and created just for them: the gembounds.
