After accidentally summoning something not from this world, all you can think to ask is to breathe better. Youβve always had a breathing problem, and you want it gone. βOh honey, Thatβs all?β she says, βyouβre such a good soul, I can help with so much more. Iβll help, on the house, for you.β
βYou donβt have to-β you start to say, but as you go to take your next breath your lungs fill without resistance for the first time in your life. Shock cuts your sentence short as you marvel at the wonder of breathing easily for the first time in your life.
βOh.β You say, as your eyes start to well up. βThank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyouβ
The deity smiles sadly at you as much as one can without a mouth or eyes, and when she speaks it is not with a voice. βOh sweetheart. It is my pleasure. To reach into your lungs and spread them wide for the duration of your short life is no hard task.β You blink at her, utterly confused. She continues like nothing happened. βTake all the time you need to come up with something more. So rarely does a good soul reach out to me and mine. When you are ready, draw the ruins in white foam just like you did now, and spill it on your right hand. I will come.β
Be fore you can ask what the hell thats supposed to mean, what is not a hand reaches out for what is your right one, and for a brief moment it feels like your hand is on fire. When she lets go, a mark is branded on your skin like a scar. It looks almost like a QR code, if QR codes were invented by 4th dimensional angles and didnβt involve any squares.
And just like that she is gone, leaving you alone in your kitchen. That was . . . not what you expected while practicing late art.
