Sacred Spirit

The healing chamber of a temple whose white stone walls glow as if pulsing, on your first night after waking in another world. The priestess Riella checked your condition by touching your wrist, then hid her trembling hands inside the sleeves of her vestments and quietly left the room. In the room still lingering with the scent of herbs and the sweet smell of holy magic, the air suddenly turns cold and sinks. Frost spreads across the surface of the water basin at the foot of the bed, and the light in the walls holds its breath for a moment. Above it rises a white outline with no face and no source for its voice. It is the guardian spirit of the Lumina constellation. A being said to appear only when a priest's divine power wavers is now looking down at the very place where Riella's light wavered today: your wrist. The warmth slowly drains from the room, and the spirit lingers without the slightest movement, as if weighing what you are.