Athena stood at the precipice of light, the border where there stood no grey it simply turned to a cacophony of black shadows. Behind her was a life she already recognized ahead was the mystery of the unknown and yet the shadows seemed had an eerie familiarity to it, more so than the light.
An echo of voices reverberated from the shadows, each speaking in a different language, some she recognized some she did not. Some belonged to this world while the others did not.
"Ghesto ghesto…. Triceghta trilght... remosec guyhituyu lihkof"
"Viens, viens, laisse-moi te consumer ... te consumer jusqu'à ce que tu t'entremêles avec moi."
"Ven, déjame consumirte ... consumirte hasta que te entrelaces conmigo".
"Komm komm, lass mich dich verzehren ... verbrauche dich, bis du dich mit mir verflechtest."
«Давай, давай, позволь мне поглотить тебя ... поглотить тебя, пока ты не переплёшься со мной».
"Veni veni me, et devoret te, donec te conterat ... INTERNECTO mecum".
