Jessica's head broke through the clouds. Golden light shone down from all around, and a path of shimmering sparkles led the way to a squared-off dais. Upon that dais sat a gold and silver throne, ornate and in its brilliance, but simple with its sharp angles and lines.
The Pillar of Light didn't sit on the throne but hovered above it. Her outline was that of a woman, though it was hard to make out details. She had no defined contours, but shifting pastel colors swirled within her form as though being seen through a hole in reality. The shape glowed around indistinct edges, almost bright enough to hurt Jessica's eyes. If she had a face, Jessica couldn't make it out. Her eyes tried to focus on any part of her but became lost in the shifting morass. Some portion of her mind knew that if she looked too long or too hard, she'd become lost, never returning to herself again.
