Darkness, and then light. The mind crystallized, the web of gold filaments woven into spiraling pathways amidst the fluid blackness, shining spheres beading on the mesh. Peace flowed, one thread to the next, one golden sphere to the next. They twisted and danced into their proper ordering. Each Blessing in turn was made right. Highest? One particular Blessing was proving an issue: it had become tangled in the webbing. Gently, gently, the knots loosened. Highest? One string snagged. Gently…gently… Highest! No, no, he would insist on ceremony. It was his way. “Highest?” — — "A pity." "Aye."