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Long, ghost-like wisps of a dark substance filter out of the slumbering
Goddess's skin, dissolving in the air and leaving Her looking distinctly more
wholesome and invigorated.

From deep within Her vines, Viravain begins to spasm and shake, and the stream
of essence between the two Elders suddenly and unexpectedly snaps. Isune's eyes
fly open and Her expression quickly turns to agony, whilst Viravain's tangled
prison turns to ash, leaving the Lady within whimpering and tear-struck.

Within a moment, Viravain departs, sobbing and confused, leaving Isune alone
within Her tomb. Slowly, the glass begins to break apart and drift upwards into
the air, releasing Her.

Isune, the Aesthete whispers, "What... What is this, within Me?"

Isune, the Aesthete places a single hand to Her bosom, Her face touched with
confusion and anxiety.

Isune, the Aesthete whispers, "This is wrong... This is... So... S-so wrong."

Isune, the Aesthete lowers Her head, sobbing, before spreading Her limp wings
and departing.

Isune appears high in the air, surveying that beneath Her with a steely gaze.

Looking around with a close eye, and hand on Her heart, She weeps and Her
anguished cries echo through Lusternia.

Spreading Her wings wide, the distraught Elder Goddess departs from the Basin of
Life, sinking deep into the Havens, Her cries still stifling the air.