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"Pain is one of many price we might exchange for growth.” Kneeling on the floor before the pool, Manvunea is an effigy of reverential contemplation. One hand rests upon his lap, palm up, the other hovers over the pool, the tips of his long fingers only just touching the dark water’s surface.
Slowly, silver eyes raise, bright and bottomless chalices filled to the rim with ever-flowing potentials, to follow the rising and falling of the currents flowing around them. He Sees past the immediate surroundings, through the glow of the One near him, Feeling the twinkling threads weaving and twining around his fingers.
“All change comes at a cost; even regression, for all its superficial ease, takes a deep toll.”
