"I am happy that you accepted my invitation." Misty could hear the voice to the depths of her bones. It wasn't loud or soft, neither male nor female. It felt pleasant and cool as it reverberated through her being. She opened her eyes to look around. Misty found herself in a vast darkness with planets stars and suns all around. It was like she had fallen into a painting of the galaxy.
"You could say that. This is the realm I see as I stare down." She followed the sound of the voice to a throne. As Misty drifted in the expanse, she could see a small child sitting on the center. But when she blinked, the child became a woman. The next time she opened her eyes, she became a boy, the next, he became a man.
Misty realized that these were all personifications of Tamult. Neither male nor female, neither old nor young, yet all of them at any time of their choosing. God or Goddess, all were correct.
