The air in the chamber seemed to hold its breath as I stood there, the weight of revelations pressing down on me.
The poem, the drawing, the trials—it made me doubt as if they were woven by the Seer's hand.
"No… more like she's the one giving me the message of what awaits me."
Here in this chamber, I was unraveling the threads that led me towards an uncertain future.
"Just what will my role be in the future…?" I sighed out as I took hold of the Sigil and the paper once more before leaving the chamber.
The Luminary Sigil glowed softly in my hand.
The simple paper with the childlike doodle of me, however, filled me with unease and dread.
"In the first place… I don't understand why a drawing of me would be in a place I have never heard of, or been there."
The scales on the arm, the representation of the serpent's path—I was left to grapple with the symbolism and its implications.