"So, shall we discuss the pressing matters? Why was it so vital for me to see you?" Das's voice trembled ever so slightly, the unease manifesting in the quiver of his words.
There was a pause, a momentary stillness where the very air seemed to hold its breath. The blind seer cleared her throat, the sound a soft, fragile interruption to the dense silence. "I... I... want to execute a forbidden rite to decipher your destiny," she murmured, the hesitance in her voice stark against her usual confident demeanour.
Das's eyes widened in astonishment. The ethereal luminescence granted by his unique vision seemed even more radiant against the growing shadows of uncertainty. "What?! But... why? And... what exactly is a forbidden ritual?" His words came out in a flurry, as if trying to catch up with the whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!