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The rocks themselves seemed to sigh with eagerness and joy, as the God began to mold himself out of clay. First the rocks split open, but then oddly seemed to condense inwards, as the God rearranged and shifted earth and air, to occupy his mountainous form. Dark wings slowly began to root themselves upwards, as his great and broad back was thrust upwards by dark and feathered hooves. Dust and shale shook away from his form as he walked upwards, emerging from the thick crust of rock. A warm breeze stirred around the blind mare, who, through the obvious vibrations would be aware of his coming.
"You have come a long way." The God offered kindly. His bright gaze beamed down upon the equine with warmth and tenderness. Closing those eyes now, the God hummed softly, and the world around Rasta began to hum along with it. The sound grew louder, but not with intensity, with color. In her mind, the God gently seeped in the world as it blossomed around her. He mentally constructed the ruined shrines, the waves below, and even the tangled hair that sprouted from his chin. His smile radiated physically, as well as mentally, as he opened his eyes to gaze on the blind mare, who had walked so far, to simply pray at some fallen ruins.
"I see in your mind a bird...one who was with you before? Is that why you have come here, child?"
[Congratulations! As long as Rasta is in the God's presence, she can 'see' mentally.]
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