The High Priestess
Intuitive, unconscious, inner voice
The words whisper through the woman’s head as she gets out of bed. She’s been hearing the voice for weeks, but it’s never been this clear before. It beckons to her, leading her out of her room and down the stairs.
She opens the front door. The yard is bathed in soft blue light. She knows that she should be scared, but the voice tells her that everything is fine and as it should be. She smiles calmly, and that smile stays on her face even as the giant tentacle reaches down from the sky and wraps around her body.