In a soft fading of glow and color, the sitting Shrine begins to leak its essence. An otherworldly sight to behold, the very fabric of Time being warped and tempered like steel. The malleable essence releases a beautiful glow as it permeates the dimensions, ebbing and flowing gracefully in rhythmic motions.

You extend your hand towards the Shrine slowly, halting it as Time begins to wrap around your palm and hands. It’s warm to the touch, almost as if it were alive. Before long, the essence begins to unravel suddenly and violently returns to its vessel, releasing a powerful flash of light . . .

And slowly the universe begins to resume its motion.