Commala come, come; there's much to see, and much t'be done.
The tides have calmed now, and under the illuminating light of the moon, pulsate against the shore relentlessly. The air is calm, and still and silent; fragrant with the salty brine of the sea. But the Endless Blue is lit by more than just the moon on this night, for 3 spheres of firelight burn brightly. One sphere, hovers just inches above the water about 20ft from shore. Although it appears to be a vortex of fire, it is un-bothered by the waves below it, nor do the waves appear to be affected by the heat it is surely generating. Another sphere, lays nestled in the sands, wrapped within many layers of leaves and vines; also unaffected by the flames. The last sphere, hovers about 10 ft in the air, drenching the sands in a warm white glow.
This is no ordinary magic, this is
old magic. You have come here, because you have chosen
it, but you will only leave blessed by its power, if
it chooses
you.
In your mind, a voice speaks and yet does not. The sound is like a breath blowing dust away, and as the dust clears, the words are seemingly remembered in your mind, as if they were always there.
You know I need you, we all do.
You are life, but you kill too.
Little by little, you can torture the mind.
We can leave our mother, but not you behind.
A simple formula, your creation.
With moonlight, lovers' fascination.
Each orb is identical, wholly indistinguishable from the others. What will you do?
Commala come, come; it's time to pick, the fun's begun.