Geometric patterns pulsed behind Nova's eyelids while she remained in a trance, running through the entire route that led her to this moment. In her mind, she returned to the beginning where the first shape began to dim from the usual brightness that ran all over the island. Her head tipped forwards slightly as though in prayer as warmth rushed through her bloodstream, the power growing, filling her up until she was ready to burst.
Her hands shook as this life force, not her own, started to brim over like a bubbling pot. But it did not hurt. It was just extremely uncomfortable, and she needed it to be set free. Slowly, she lowered her hands to the ground, focusing on the geometric patterns that led her here. Her fingers scraped against the rock as her breath whooshed past her lips and the golden warmth within her bled out from her fingertips.
