Is There Some Mistake?
Well. This is interesting. Not what I expected at all.
But then I'm not sure what I was expecting.
Sunshine and daises under a bright sky with fluffy clouds and a huge crowd of loved ones waiting to greet me?
Not this isolation. I think something went wrong. A curse perhaps? The battle had been rather vicious; I could have been hit with anything.
But it is hard to know. I can drift through the bookshops, but what use when ones hand passes through the shelves. I can see the titles of the things I wish to read, to study, but I cannot grasp them. It is... frustrating.
I waited a while, hoping somebody would open the ones I wanted, but they are obscure tomes, rarely do people venture into these darkened corners of the shops.
But there is one bright light in my situation.
I sat outside last night and watched the sky.
Watched the clouds pass across the stars, occasionally drawing back to let my Mistress shine forth.
I felt a stirring somewhere inside, but it was buried, indistinct. The moon shone and I remembered her glow come morning.
I can't remember the last time I did that.