Rhapso was awed. She was witnessing sublime made manifest. So beautiful it was actually scary to look at.
She wasn't exactly sure what it was she was looking at either. A large golden box, roughly a sixth the size of Apollo's Mindspace. The box was detailed and engraved in such ways that they didn't even make sense to her. The patterns, the decorations. She saw them one moment, but as she moved on to observe the next part, she forgot just what they looked like. All she knew was that it was beyond her.
Unfathomable.
It was starting to madden her. She wanted to understand. She wanted to remember what it was. What it looked like. She wanted to remember what her god had shown her, but everytime she closed her eyes to try and forcibly remember it, it escaped her. She could still see it, still imagine it, but she couldn't describe it.
She began to hyperventilate, her emotions becoming turbulent within the void. She could feel her sanity slipping, but a voice suddenly called out to her.
