After accidentally summoning something not from this world, all you can think to ask is to breathe better. You’ve always had a breathing problem, and you want it gone. “Oh honey, That’s all?” she says, “you’re such a good soul, I can help with so much more. I’ll help, on the house, for you.”
“You don’t have to-“ you start to say, but as you go to take your next breath your lungs fill without resistance for the first time in your life. Shock cuts your sentence short as you marvel at the wonder of breathing easily for the first time in your life.
“Oh.” You say, as your eyes start to well up. “Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou”
The deity smiles sadly at you as much as one can without a mouth or eyes, and when she speaks it is not with a voice. “Oh sweetheart. It is my pleasure. To reach into your lungs and spread them wide for the duration of your short life is no hard task.” You blink at her, utterly confused. She continues like nothing happened. “Take all the time you need to come up with something more. So rarely does a good soul reach out to me and mine. When you are ready, draw the ruins in white foam just like you did now, and spill it on your right hand. I will come.”
Be fore you can ask what the hell thats supposed to mean, what is not a hand reaches out for what is your right one, and for a brief moment it feels like your hand is on fire. When she lets go, a mark is branded on your skin like a scar. It looks almost like a QR code, if QR codes were invented by 4th dimensional angles and didn’t involve any squares.
And just like that she is gone, leaving you alone in your kitchen. That was . . . not what you expected while practicing late art.
