Slowly her wounds would close.  Her bones twisting with the sickening yet kneading of her bones and the muscles and skin re wrapping and growing over as she regenerated.  Stepping forward, she realize her left foot faces in the complete opposite direction.  She turn the foot, as it turned it would close up, like all the rest of her healing.<br/><br/>She look into the deep cavern, feel the pull of the curse.  Feel the pulse of the mark, the call of the goddess.  Drug induced euphoria still claimed her.  As did the thoughts as she step into the passage and begin her descent downward.<br/><br/>She went not for the cure, but she with to ascend.  For she would claim ascension and divinity.  She sought the power of the goddess in entirety.<br/><br/>Was it delusions brought on by the white lotus or was it the curse itself.  Perhaps neither perhaps she truly believed she could.