As the trio slowly walked over to the glorious sight, their minds stayed focused. Nothing else mattered except the Book and its mystical, inviolable presence.
That was, until an ethereal presence coalesced from the prismatic energies swirling protectively around their peerless goal.
In a blinding supernova-caliber eruption of sublime luminescent force, a figure of shocking, inhumanly perfect beauty bloomed into a resplendent, statuesque being.
Garbed in flowing lunar robes that seemed to ripple and churn with hidden inner radiance, the celestial manifestation could have been mistaken for a masculine ideal given its exquisite ephemeral form - were it not for the subtly artificial poise and grace betraying its fundamental nature as a projected thought-form of unfathomable cosmic might.
