Adam's crimson eyes studied the translucent woman, his posture still wary but no longer coiled for an immediate fight. His voice was careful, measured.
"Who are you?"
The woman's flickering form drifted closer, her pale gold eyes holding a depth that seemed to see through them, past flesh and bone, into something deeper. When she spoke, her voice echoed softly, as if carried from very far away.
"I am a guide," the translucent woman said, her pale gold eyes holding a depth that seemed to see through them, past flesh and bone, into something deeper. "A follower of the goddess who wove the Loom. I have been here since the beginning, waiting for those who would seek her blessing."
A faint, sad smile touched her indistinct features.
"Most who come here are not worthy and I... I remain. As I have always remained."
Her gaze drifted to the walls, to the carvings of the goddess wreathed in golden light, and something flickered across her translucent face, longing and grief.
