...As the wizards chanted, the cathedral walls vanished and it was night
time which surprised me. I asked about this later and was told that the
Logical Sun was shining on our world and during our night, it shone
here. Above me, there was this bright light that seemed to just float
above me but was always out of my reach. I was told their Ecclessiarch
could bring us in so close to the light that we could see its true
shape. It was clear that none of my hosts actually had seen this for
they began to argue whether it was a triangle or not before a wizard
motioned them for silence. Despite its brightness, my companions were
dark shadows even though they were less than five paces from me. The
wizards robes could be seen in the gloom yet their faces were shrouded
in darkness.
Then their dead came. The light that refused to brighten our faces shone on them clearly and even cast shadows. None would speak to me which my hosts warned me would happen. I tried to listen to them speaking to others but although I saw their lips move, I could not hear what was said. My hosts told me afterwards that they were asked after their living relatives and warned against the depravities of the Arkati, the Boristi and the Vadeli. Were there no words against the Red Moon I asked? None, for they were not around then. If they had, they would have condemned the Ratsculti too.
I would have asked them why they went to this effort to prove to themselves the truth of Solace when they could just know Joy but I feared they would not have taken it well...
A letter from a Tanisoran diplomat to Loskalm.
...Their chapels are but blank walls and the important rituals screened
from our sight. The tedium alone was bad enough but the worst was their
drooling as they experienced their joy. If Joy truly is Solace
manifested within mortal hearts and minds then clearly God wants us to
be pagans....
--Peter Metcalfe
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