A thousand hands reached from beyond the veil, nicked and pierced by the many pale nuns trying to rescue their mother from the mistress of life and death. Yet their nails, their fingers, even their bones grew brittle as chalk and broke the moment they reached beyond the veil. Cast away by the light of the most benevolent and powerful version of Athenia.
Her vigil over Nerva was like bars of iron confining her in a bird cage. Rattling it from the inside, Nerva tried making her attempt to escape, but the lord of lords and the maestro of this heavenly game lay beyond her reach–doing whatever he must've been doing. This wasn't his plan for her! No, it can't be! She thought, cursing the Creator.
