A phantom breeze blew gently against the flickering torches.
Shadows stretched; shrank.
"I'm not sure who I am anymore," Kagome revealed.
"You can be no one but you," the woman reproached.
The priestess met milky eyes, and for a moment she saw everything within them.
The vast universe and all that thrived within it.
Life at its conception.
The violent explosion that began it all.
Man.
Fire.
A gift.
Defiance.
Violence.
War, famine, disease.
Kagome blinked slowly.
"I don't understand," she confessed.
"You will."
Gnarled fingers reached out to brush Kagome's forehead.
And the priestess, once again, fell into darkness.