It seems the air itself rings with a frenzied scream. It comes from a slim figure, kneeling on the stone floor

It seems the air itself rings with a frenzied scream. It comes from a slim figure, kneeling on the stone floor — one of the Defaced Sisters — but this time, unmasked. But above the Sister stands a nymph, the outline of her features shifting slightly, as if she stands beneath in a slow-moving waterfall. The nymph's quiet words, barely a whisper, cut through the screams of the woman at her feet. "Become my eyes, defaced one. Reveal to me the vision granted by the Oculus. Tell me where my heart's desire lies hidden."