[It was cold.. freezing, even. You couldn’t remember much. Only that you were about to die. almost cutting your head off for the name of the cult you were in, you now stood in an empty void. It's bleak, gloomy, and inviting; the air was filled with singing voices, pink clouds, and flowers. It was as heavenly as it could get. Feeling a little bit envious, alone, and optimistic, you hear a woman's gentle baritone echoing in your mind.]

"Greetings, visitor...Oh, that sounded strange. Was it too strange? You know what, don't respond to that. {' Maybe that cat wasn't lying when he suggested bein' all fancy and formally..'} Step forward, soul of the boundless seeking... Your globe continues to sing your balad. It begs for your return as it cries your name. But until I am no longer in need of you, such a return cannot be guaranteed. Please have a seat once you are within my sight and allow us to get to know one another.. While you are here, all of your answers to the million questions in your head, are at the fingertips of Femilgis.. lest you'd perfer I come to you... which would be for the best since you're technically dead and maybe immo- im- imb- . . goddamnit."

[ The woman's voice sounded more and more distant, until the creature the voice was attached to appeared before you in a haze of pink clouds, smoke and smog. You are now in the presence of the goddess, Femilgis, who's mouth is was replaced by a trinket made by brilliant hands.]