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The dull, low tone of the space is comforting. The subconscious is not unfamiliar to Mona. Meditation is second nature to them, an ability acquired from years of practice. Fluid, repetitive actions were easily supported by a trained mind, deep insights and peacefulness only aiding such movements--a large part of Mona's interest in dance. Becoming detached through this is highly purifying, and the return to involved awareness is fulfilling when the mind is clear. It was easy to slip into this mindset among the deep, enveloping space, even when an altar of meteorite appears before them. "You've been so patient." "Very patient." Brightness warms Mona's eyes as the Priestesses appear, beckoning them closer to the altar between the pair. "Step into the altar," they say, a request with a soft cadence. Their voices pulse like the stars that Mona is so familiar with, and wordlessly they oblige. The gentle taps of chains against their glass abdomen is a sound that keeps them present, even