Recollection of a First Sent - First Chapter

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In the Beginning of our Sending was the Room. It was a square piece of Home with a roof over ten foots* for height. But the distance to count before one met a wall was too great for the structure to be, if one were to imagine the best artisans, fashionned by Men. But in the first moments among the rooms, there was too much of Panic Sample* for any of us to bear.
*Believed to be a reference to an Old World pagan god with ability to madden the spirit.
All us visitors found ourselves arguing, the sound alone reminder of a day in a busy market, where one oftenly tries to focus on one sound to destroy the rest. Still we all were in so many words launched that became of us Confused, Distraught, Fearful, Accusatory, Deceived. As our Environment filled itself with the wailing of the Children and the weak of Mind. As fear rippened for none knew what we believed the False Gods had planned for us.

Only through Revelations and Clues would we see Chaos begin to subside, like the False Horned God* departing with his twisting songs.
*Believed to be a selfsame reference to the Old World pagan god.
First revelation, we could not Touch or be Touched. What felt our hands passing through bodies was like the fumes of a Fire. Yes, my brothers and sisters of Fortune had turned somewhat Ethereal, for none could touch eachother and not even themselves. We were no more flesh or bone or skin or hair. The appearance of us that was shown still retained our familiar bodies however.
Second revelation came after a moment of silence. A silence allowed no doubt by Their Judgement to Wait. We soon realised through the last stories in our Minds that all of us had been hurt, or at least were in the midst of enduring death before the Summon to the Room.
When finally we all accepted a Truth. We were Dead. that is when He appeared.
There He stood at the epicenter of the Room, appearing without Sound or Tremor, a cat would have caused movement of air if comparaison be made, the skill and craft of the Senders was unveiled more with that feat.
He walked forth and Spoke in our native Tongues. Greek and Scythian and Carthagian received the words as their own.
We knew not if this figure was of the lineage of the Gods or if he was an Eternal Himself. But as we soon would know, His power was as true as our Souls were His to direct."

Recording of a Firt Sent's encounter with the Sender Formati.