[Celestial Garden]

"Talk to me about it while we walk. We shouldn't linger here; this is a holy place," Morning Glory says as she sets off at a brisk canter.

The Light of Truth, such as it is, burns away at the grim clinging to Morning Glory. Slowly, like frost in the morning sun, it is evaporating. The slime of the Pit is, after all, a lie. And the darkness of lies can not stand in the light of truth.

They have a bit of a walk ahead of them. The empyriformed landscape is relatively broad, perhaps the size of a soccer field. It could have been much larger, but its source wasn't really here to feed. Only to dig down through the world's foundation and into the seething chaos that lurks below.

"Are you feeling okay? You didn't give anything away to the Pit, did you?" Morning asks, worry clearly in her voice.

She wants her friend to be okay.

And making deals with the Pit?

That's pretty not okay.