"As I live and breathe, Yanyulia the bride of the Creator! You are more beautiful than any painting or sculpture made my mortal hands!"
I unconsciously said, completely unaware my thoughts were spoken instead of remaining inside my head. My "grand" compliment earned a jovial giggle from the goddess. Afterwards she continued speaking.
"Why thank you! I would call you young one, however, I don't think that would be appropriate. From what I can tell, your soul is as ancient as my own, if not much older."
She said, her eyes seemed to peer into the very fabric of my being. Her sight stripped me down all the way to my astral body or "soul". Despite the youthful body I now inhabit, my soul was still that of Henry Lysenko-Markov.
"Once again, I welcome you to this place. I know doubt understand you are confused as to the reason for you presents here, correct?"
"Yes, ma'am."
