Her voice grew stronger, more certain.
"Scheme to steal mere drops of blood. Sacrifice what others would never risk. Do anything…everything, that must be done. Because I know what I am…someone who has to climb mountains that others are born atop."
She approached the corpse, her hand reaching toward the illusory heart.
"If I want to ascend higher, I have to give. Not take, not steal, not trick…I need to give." Her expression hardened with resolution that transcended determination. "Others speak of Everything as philosophy. Schrodinger discusses it like poetry. But I…understand it as currency."
She placed both hands on the obsidian heart, feeling its hungry pulse.
"O Corpse of an Early Creature, I give you... Half of my Everything. My life, my death, my very existence and all else…you can have Half of my Everything. Just give me power!"
HUUM!
Initially, there was only silence.
