Poor Frederigo, Astra thought. It was bad enough to have a tattoo on your
stomach, but it was far worse to have one disfiguring your face. Was his
glyph
the same as hers? Having looked across at his design as he continued to
sleep, she
looked down at her own again. She realised that it shouldn't have been
visible, but
the chemise that she been wearing when
she went to sleep had somehow vanished during the night.
The complex design was strangely compelling, and once she started to examine it closely she found it impossible to tear her gaze away. She had the illusion that it had started to pulse red and black, and it seemed to be spreading outwards across her entire field of view, as though she was falling downwards into her own stomach whilst at the same time shrinking. Then the design seemed to start to rotate, slowly at first, then faster and faster. It was all she could see now. First the outside world and then her stomach that had held the design had faded away. She felt as though she was reduced to the size of an ant and floating in a white void, with the glyph - which had now taken on a solid-seeming, three dimensional form - rotating about her, as if it was some sort of revolving prison with weirdly shaped, complex bars. She tried to close her eyes to shut out the vision. She couldn't tell whether or not she succeeded in closing them; either way, it made no difference.
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