A contribution by Alexander34
The air around you flickers. You can feel the tension between those ancient walls, between you and the sorceress, between your hands, between every atom of your body, about to burst. A cold shiver runs down your spine while your cheeks tingle with heat. As she proceeds the conjuration, her voice seems to split, unraveling into a whispering choir. Through the open roof you can see the stars, dancing, swerving, twinkling in all colors at once. Then, the weave of the world engulfs you in darkness.