She stared down at it, though, perhaps stared was the wrong word as she lacked the eyes with which to do so. More accurately she felt it, cocking her head to hear and feel that faint, almost glowing, for lack of a better word, hum that was imperceptible to any of those race that lacked the sixth sense and extraordinary hearing of her own. She caressed its smooth surface, feeling that same energy flowing through it as did flow through her when she created spikes of ice, of allow frost to shoot from her palms, but somehow it felt more refined, cleaner almost. Her simple mind couldn’t quite theorize why this was, unable to accomplish much more than acknowledging that it was different, but still, she was fascinated. She brought the object up to her face, tasting it, feeling embraced by the energy flowing through it, reminding her of a better time that she could not remember, for it wasn’t one she herself had experienced. She brought it in closer to her shriveled, misshapen face, allowing her forehead to press against it and basking in the energy cascading over her, clearing and soothing her simple thoughts. Yet as she moved the crystal down ever so slightly, across those pieces of flesh that seemed to have once been intended to hold eyes, the energy began to bore into her, and it burned. It was agony as this, thing flowed through the sockets, seeming to tear at her very soul and rip apart her mind. She clawed at her face with grotesque hands, with long fingers and nails like daggers as those useless pockets of flesh above her nose emitted the greatest pain she had felt in her decade of life. It was too much, and her mind drifted into oblivion, with something, different, taking its place.

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