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!!s+3jnIPglLK 04/26/12(Thu)17:50 No.18873261Tsukiyomi let out a breath, her eyes closed as she concentrated, entering the Trance, expunging the corruption, absorbing the spiritual energy, her tails stayed solid and true, not even rubbing you in some kind of mischievous comfort.
‘’Entering Trance was easy…’’
She talked to herself, arm held upright, never turning to look at you, never letting herself be on guard, the pen in her hand starting to leak a brilliant powder of the greatest gold, falling crystal by crystal, then you notice that the end of the quill, the sharp and delicate end used for writing is the center of a long spiral extending to the left and right, alight in gold and losing spark that extinguish themselves as they reach the ground, the center of something cosmic, your breath is short and awed. And then it entered the artefact, absorbed in silence as the Queen-Mother simply stared ahead, the words of the artefact washed away the dark and lit themselves in gold.
Thus, the creature began writing.
Bright words of the sun, the tip of the quill seemingly ripping apart the very fabric of the air, conquering whatever law made this place whole and placing symbols upon symbols in a horizontal line while sometime creating columns, an alien orthography and grammar, yet each of the words evoked emotions in a raw, true and unhindered form.
Her hand moved, her concentration without equal, she wrote while glowing in gold, the choir was methodic, never changing, but then… the pen stopped and she looked at the words glowing at her front, a seemingly long page written in unknown alphabet.
The spiral at the tip of the quill reappeared and then the voice of Tsukiyomi bellows.
‘’Oh Mother Earth, hear me! Witness the struggle of your children!’’
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