Everything Will Be Okay

Context, I'm trying to get an easel from the Aetherplex, and then:

An icy breeze stirs up the air around you as a voice whispers softly, "Hello, little one."


*entering the Fulcrux*

The air grows cold as you feel someone's gaze fix upon you.

The air grows still as a soft voice whispers, "Did you wish something of Me, little one?"

The boughs of the large blackthorn moan loudly as they shake, sending a new shower of petals cascading across the fulcrux.
You blink.

You have emoted: Esei shakes her head in an answer, opening her mouth to speak but little more than a whispery creak coming out. She coughs and then tries again. "No, Lord Nocht. I simply find it peaceful in Your Fulcrux. I hope... You do not mind?"

The voice falters, lapsing into a torrent of soft, incoherent whispers before becoming clear once more, "Greetings, little one."
Smiling, you murmur, "Tidings."

The voice whispers, an unnerving kindness in its tone, "Did you wish something of Me?"

The image of the night sky grows terrifyingly dark as an icy breeze cuts across the lonely hill, spiralling patterns dancing across the tall grass.

You crease your brow in a frown.

A figure materializes, perpetually at the edge of your vision, a smear of inky darkness covered in splashes of vibrant reds and greens.

You have emoted: Esei turns to look at the figure, blinking slowly. "I do not, Lord Nocht."

The figure remains fixed at the edge of your vision, ever eluding focus. The voice whispers, soft and sweet, "Little thing, are you lost?"

You have emoted: Esei tilts her head. "I am not." She reaches up to grab a braid and tug on it, but stops herself halfway through.

"Do not fret, little thing. Everything will be..."

You crease your brow in a frown.

After a long pause the voice finishes, kindly, "Okay."

You think to yourself: Are... are You alright? That is what I'm more concerned with.

A sudden pain tears into your skull, prying at your mind. "Everything will be..."

You wince in pain.

The pain grows worse as the voice whispers softly, "Everything will be..."

The pain vanishes in an instant, replaced with the slight chill of the passing breeze. "Greetings, little one."

You have emoted: Esei stares around the fulcrux, holding her head in one hand. "Lord Nocht," she whispers, almost fearfully. "Are... are You alright? What is happening?"

The soft, hollow voice of Nocht abruptly replies, "This is good to hear, little one. I will be watching. Be well..."
Nocht, the Silent has bestowed His divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 1 month.