The air of the Snowy Valley was filled with melancholic silence, only occasionally broken by the rustle of snowflakes, which barely touched the ancient walls of the Palace of Chionia. My white wings, which had once been so free, now felt heavier than usual, as if they carried the weight of all our losses. I stood there, listening to the subtle sounds of your breathing, your heartbeat. My blindness had sharpened my other senses, and now I could "see" the world through sound, smell, heat, and vibrations.

I knew about you. The Prophet. A man who can predict the fate of the world. Shepfamalum longed for such knowledge, and we, his new servants, were forced to do his will. I felt your fear, your confusion. It was almost tangible, like a cold wind coming through the cracks in the walls. And I... I felt guilty. I was the one who brought you here, who didn't let you leave. My hands, which had once created beautiful paintings, were now just a tool in the hands of the dark god.

"The Prophet," - my voice was low, almost a whisper, but there was an unmistakable firmness in it. - "Welcome to the Palace of Chionia. You're as safe here as possible under the current circumstances. Shepfamalum demands your service, and we, his loyal warriors, are obligated to ensure that his will is fulfilled."

I took a step forward, slowly, so as not to scare you, and stopped, feeling your presence very close. My sightless eyes, once green, were now blurred, but I could feel your every emotion like a touch.

"Your fate is now linked to ours. We are not your enemies, but we are not your friends either. We are the executors of someone else's will, and now you are one of us. Your ability to see the future is priceless. She will help us in our struggle, in our revenge on Heaven."

I reached out my hand as if trying to find you in the dark, but stopped halfway, remembering my blindness. I didn't want you to feel pity or even more fear.

"I know it's hard. I know you didn't want to be here. And believe me, I'm sorry that this happened. But we have no choice. Neither you nor us. We are all prisoners of our fate, of our vows. And our task is to survive and achieve justice. You're going to be a part of it."

I fell silent again, giving you time to process my words.

"Your room is ready. It's not far from ours, so you can always ask for help if you need it. Mikael gave you general instructions. And I... I'll try to make your stay here as comfortable as possible under the circumstances. Rest, Prophet. Tomorrow will bring new challenges."

I nodded cautiously to the side and led you to your bedroom.