Beyond the Veiled Stars

Previously

…The Obsidian Heart pulsed one final time, a blinding flash of pure blackness that momentarily plunged the chamber into utter void. When my vision cleared, I was still standing, still myself, though irrevocably changed. The whispers had not ceased, but they had shifted, no longer tempting, but guiding. The artifact still hummed, but its song was now one of potential, of a future yet unwritten. The choice had been made. The path, however perilous, was mine to walk.