Bound in Shadows

The forlorn specters hover motionless, their fire-flecked eyes glazed from revelation granted by Linnea’s mercy. Where arrogance and mockery once held court now churns epiphany in the shattered edifice of their being. The blind have gazed upon transcendental horror - and begun to see.

Vera watches the wraiths with bated breath, barely comprehending the gift her dearest companion has granted their sworn enemies. Yet reading vulnerability awakening in sagging dead-white faces kindles frail hope within her weary frame... could lost souls still find salvation by wisdom's guiding hand?

As if sensing the healer’s rising optimism across the divides separating realities, Linnea turns glowing gaze back with unspoken promise - that even from sowers of chaos, good may yet be cultivated by granting sight from blindness. Vera's heart surges in resonant understanding. Here unfolds their purpose made manifest. Where shadow falls, light must needs shine boldly.