at first glance, her reflection is not cast right on the pools surface. it is obscured some, large, and weaving like a mass of worms in muddy soil. but in the blink of an eye, it seems to right itself. in the ripples cast by her own foot falls as she walks. of course, many have said the same, gods in particular tend to avoid the truth of it. the knowing that their reality was only a dream. " that's alright, i understand. " she hums, an echo curling around her voice, a cacophony of pitches and tones. every stride brought her closer, and closer, the shadows around them both drawn longer and darker. " you're afraid. your kind always are. " reaching out with one hand, all blood and nothing more. to adjust a crease in the fabric folds at tsukuyomi's chest. " but don't you worry about that, dear. your fear is temporary, it'll go away very soon. "