63 The Eye Of God.

“Oh? It appears you know quite a lot about me,” Vincent said with a smile.

“Yes!” Shyreiana said. “I have been meditating a lot inside the tide!”

“But don’t stare too deep beyond the veil,” Vincent narrowed his eyes.

Rattle! Goosebumps surfaced on her skin.

She lowered her head until her forehead touched upon the cold grounds, “Master! I would never dare to!”

“Good that you understand,” Vincent nodded. “Now, follow me out.”

“Yes Master!” she stood up and followed a step behind Vincent.

Pods of light fell down from the misty dome, forming a halo upon this land and hiding all the traces of its former abhorrence. The trees swayed in the wind, and their fluorescent leaves relinquished upon deliverance. For they rose up high into the air and mimicked the stars absent within this domain.

Specks of silver arose from the river.

They scattered across and carpeted the lands like the pollens of inflorescence as they embraced the new lives birthed upon this coil.