Before you stands what can only be described as a Goddess. Her robed torsou rises above the rim of the table. The white cloth might as well have been glaciers for all her mountainous scope. Your mouth drops, not just at her size but at her beauty. Though her body is hidden beneath the folds of fabric, her face is visible. It is covered in flawless alabaster skin and crowned with a shining tiarra. Falling around the jeweled, silver band, long blond braids reach almost down to the table, hundreds of feet. Blue eyes as clear as a cloudless day on earth gaze down at you with a mixture of warmth and reservation.
The Giantess than speaks a melodic succession of strange words. You clearly recognize them from before, though, heard now from outside your ship they are louder, almost deafening. The familiar blue light also returns, and you are whisked helplessly up toward the giantess. Her white robes pass in a rush like an avalanche and suddenly her face hovers before you celestial in both size and radiance. She ceases the nonsensical speech and it is a good thing too for the wind force of her words was about to blow you right off the pillow. Some of the glow receeds from her white skin once she finishes though it still shines in a divine fashion. The eyes, pupils big enough to swallow you take you in with frightening omniscience. Then the Godddess's voice intones, but not aloud for her great lips are pursed, rather in your mind. Her thoughts speak gently, but their words are strangely ominous to you.
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