The words of the Goddess drown out any hope that Myrddin might have had to respond to Sin's heartfelt words. So filled with an instantaneous claustrophobia was he, that the only thing the white stag could focus on, was her. Her soft words and instructions barely quelled the mounting storm within his breast, that screamed out for his sight to be returned. It was as if the darkness that was his world, had suddenly grown darker. The world felt smaller somehow, and had Myrddin been able to see the stars as they rained down upon him, he might have thought it was coming to an end.

Still, the old philosopher did as he was told. With a weary sigh, the old man drew a ragged breath, filling his lungs with star-stuff. The effect was instantaneous, but blinded him in another way. The world around him suddenly appeared so bright, that Myrddin stumbled to the left as his vision suddenly swam with impulses for the first time in months. Turning his beared muzzle towards the Goddess, he cried out like a babe, and immediately cast his eyes away. To the rest of Helovia, she appeared as a poised, lavender creature of unspeakable beauty, to Myrddin however, she was quite something else. Her body appeared to be an ethereal mist of bright white light, swirling and conforming around a figure that was vaguely equine, but due to the bleeding of light around the edges, it was hard to tell. Her lights were like pinpoints that burned into the very fabric of the universe, seemingly to reveal some hallowed light that was not of his world.

He could see.

But it was not just that he was seeing, he was see life. Later, he would reflect that it made sense that the Goddess simply appeared too bright for him to look at directly - she was immortal after all. The light that she cast seemed to infect and infuse all around her, if only momentarily. Looking back to Sin, his milky-white eyes, now glistening with an almost twilight-coloured sheen, looked upon his young charge for the first time. Sin's lifeforce appeared to pulse with a steady, and less frenetic light. Although he was wholly outlined in a silvery light, the source ebbed from within his chest, as well as from his eyes. Myrddin could not see colours, or perhaps just not yet, but he could make out the odd swirl of a horn that Sin possessed, and his boyishly good looks. Baffled, the philosopher could do nothing but stare.

As the Goddess departed, dulling the area for a moment, Myrddin cast his gaze back around, to inspect the veins with his new eyes. The world appeared gray to him, humming with a life-force of its own. Rocks and the like appeared black in his vision, whereas all else appeared to have a fine silvery outline, and a stronger pulse indicative of the lifeforce within. Snorting, his breath leaving his mouth in a ragged pulse, Myrddin once again turned to Sin. "It's...beautiful." He murmered, his voice rough but melodic sounding. "And you!" His new-eyes studied his young charge with great interest, as if trying to memorize each line of his face.