Chapter 96. A Primal Desire (1)

Hope's POV

I don't know what is reality and what is an illusion, my mind doesn't need to form coherent words, I don't need to think, just let the flow of energies concentrate in me and then flow again, stronger...

In my mind I can hear the voice of my Father, they are not coherent words and yet instinctively I know them and let myself be embraced by this madness and delirium that surrounds me.

A part of me knows that without this I would be nobody, I would have nothing left and everything would just be an emptiness... I know that without this ecstasy that consumes me, I would not have endured the process of regeneration...

I am in a daze, just letting my mind and soul flow as the music is chanted, as the bodies of those participating in the festival move, as their cries and moans of pleasure. I can hear, feel and see each connected Temple, each chanted poem and revel in the pleasures that the beings who participate feel.

This abandonment of reality and