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Mystic Sage Oryndor: How do you signify? A life extinguished. With whom do you parley?
Seer Aurelia: The flesh has yielded, but does it matter?
Mystic Sage Oryndor: And what remains in the aftermath?
Seer Aurelia: It is an essence, a force.
Mystic Sage Oryndor: Whence does it reside?
Seer Aurelia: This force transcends spatial confines.
Mystic Sage Oryndor: How, then, does one commune with a force?
Seer Aurelia: A medium's mantle is requisite.
Mystic Sage Oryndor: But why am I barred? What facet eludes me?
Seer Aurelia: The knack to commune with the spirit of the soul.
Mystic Sage Oryndor: What ilk of force does it entail?
Seer Aurelia: A spiritual force, indeed.
Mystic Sage Oryndor: Is one born with such a force, or might it burgeon over time?
Seer Aurelia: Frequently, birth grants this endowment.
Mystic Sage Oryndor: An array of faiths denounce communion with the departed.
Seer Aurelia: A veritable assertion.
Mystic Sage Oryndor: For what reason?
Seer Aurelia: I abide by comprehension and sensation. If beyond the reach of the common, it denotes forbiddance.
Mystic Sage Oryndor: Are you disinclined towards it?
Seer Aurelia: Aye, indeed.
Mystic Sage Oryndor: Upon mortality's veil, where roves the soul?
Seer Aurelia: Ponder, do you credit the ambient aether to bear radio waves, electromagnetic undulations, sundry spectral oscillations?
Mystic Sage Oryndor: It lacks requisition for faith; I could tune to a radio's resonance.
Seer Aurelia: And ere the advent of the receiver, ere its invention?
Mystic Sage Oryndor: Aye, akin to lore drawn from tales of fantasy.
Seer Aurelia: Analogous to our discourse.
Mystic Sage Oryndor: How so?
Seer Aurelia: The prospect emerges—a state where discourse with the departed finds audition. Attuned senses decree the connection. Absent such attunement, best untouched.
