The Goddess has summoned you.
Her voice is alive in your mind, whispering like a treasured secret. You have been listening to it for some time now. It strengthens when you glimpse a candle burning in a window or breathe the scent of morning dew dripping from the grass. It gathers as you tread the lonely path into the woods at twilight. On those chilly moonlit nights-the sky glittering with starts, the trees haloed by silver-her voice speaks to you with the cadence of an old friend, and time is lost to the magic of a single moment. You have beheld the Mystery: it is invisible but present, indescribable but visceral.
The Goddess is nearby.*