<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">To Abby</span></b><br/><br/>"Good." Down the hall she heard the sound of grinding stone. I invite you to enter my inner sanctum, the Geril Arcana. Following the sound she would come to a pear of stone doors, about fifty feet tall each, and once she has stepped in, great tentacles pulled them shut. She was inside an ancient stone vault with pulsating and glowing veins of ectoplast coating the walls and floor like vines. At the center was a single stone box, the size of a sarcophagus. "Look up." At the pinnacle of the the vaults ceiling was a ball of glowing, multicolored ball, like jellyfish. It's soft light shifted and moved naturally and it was hypnotic in its patterns soothing, gentle, beautiful, inviting. "I hope that my size is not intimidating, as was our first meeting." He said, the orb descending and coming to alight on the ground in front of her, so large it woudl be like a double king sized bed if she laid on it, and continuing to glow in that warm hypnotic pattern while a humidity filled the air.