After having trudged through the ruins for about fifty yards, she heard a loud explosion behind her. She turned around to see her destroyed spaceship engulfed in flames, which had just ignited a combustion as it had come in contact with the ship's fuel supply tank. She stood and watched as the flames grew thicker and thicker, the dense black mushroom puffs they produced bellowing upward, dispersing with the morbid exhaust in the sickened sky to create a sinister smog of gloom that offered the Mother a swoon.
Magdalena stared through the dome around her head at the menacing blaze flaring upward, her Eyes bulging. She felt a forceful urge to immerse her vision within the fire, its flickering flames reflecting themselves over her glassy Eyes as she glared at it in a trance.
“Thank you,” she murmured faintly.
Then, the Mother felt forced to focus her glance to the center of the largest of the beckoning flames which was bluish-white and brilliant and at the heart of the wreckage. She instantly felt a powerful connection with it. And abruptly, the dread Lina had been feeling instantly turned to bliss, and she looked on in wonder. She felt as if she were hallucinating, but she knew she wasn't. At least she didn’t think she was.
The flames possessed her and she became One with them.
Her consciousness now spiraling inside an enchanting void, Magdalena could feel the bluish-white naval of the flame communicating with her. Through her Eyes, it spoke to her in the language of infernal malice. And through her slashed forehead it shot a heavy stream of radiance, un-tapping a supreme, archaic, psychic knowledge.
"MOTHER MAGDALENA!" it spoke out, not with words, but with a voice of pulsating, psychoactive, telepathic illumination. Her spirit was directly locked onto the center of the flame, embracing its offerings.
"IT IS I, SOLARIA,"