#former priestess contemplates the meaning of (her) life in her decaying space station

[nascentwaves]

I can hear them echoing down the hall. The old masters and their rituals are well-preserved in time...their words continue to escape me. They are elusive with their rituals, their dances under twin suns. Even I cannot grasp at the words they speak, the purpose of their motions...

What use am I to those beyond the Veil if I cannot do such a simple task? There has to be a way, there has to be a way...