[She comes to Madoka in a dream, transforming the sleeping girl's mindscape into a dim, blank void where only the wind can be heard rushing through. Fog creeps on the edge of Madoka's vision, and as it closes in, it brings the sensation of speaking, of words being carried over the breeze. In the scant light, a figure can be seen.]
My child. You have been with Me for so long.
[There is no emotion behind it, no longing or sadness or appreciation. It is just a fact. The figure's outline becomes stronger and more familiar, soon materializing into Sarah, the High Priestess of Dyster.]
Why, now, do your thoughts stray from My guidance?
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My child. You have been with Me for so long.
[There is no emotion behind it, no longing or sadness or appreciation. It is just a fact. The figure's outline becomes stronger and more familiar, soon materializing into Sarah, the High Priestess of Dyster.]
Why, now, do your thoughts stray from My guidance?