She let herself travel into the depths of its mind. Generations, millenniums really, of sorrow lay dormant there. It wasn't the being that was sorrowful—oh no—it had caused the distress and it was happy about it. So what portion of what was out there called for the soothing if not the being itself?
Charma gulped. She needed to get this done and get it out of her, and away from her family.