In a cavern without the pervasive stench of sulfur, the Spiritualist sat cross-legged on faded silk, slowly conversing with an unknown presence summoned through spirit communication.
"Do you remember your sister... Sorona... yes... are you Milin... do you want to see her...? You can... of course you can... let me first tell her the good news..."
The Spiritualist opened his eyes, his gray-white pupils turning towards Sorona: "... your sister Milin hopes to speak with you..."
"Okay... thank you... you..." Sorona was so excited she couldn't form a complete sentence.
As the Spiritualist closed his eyes again, the cavern grew chill, as if the temperature were dropping. Shortly after, hoarse, bizarre, inhuman words came from the Spiritualist's mouth.
"Sister..."
Sorona's tears welled up at this call.
"Milin, is that you...?" "Sister... I miss you so much..."
The sound of rocks scraping metal came from the Spiritualist's mouth as he slowly raised his hand towards Sorona.
"Milin..."
