With unwavering tenderness, Soter gently lowered Harahel into the healing pool, her head gradually disappeared beneath the surface. The crystal-clear waters enveloped her with a gentle caress, the coolness, and purity of the liquid contrasting with the warmth that had radiated from Soter's touch.
Her vision blurred by the play of refracted light dancing on the surface above her. For a fleeting moment, the world above seemed distant, as if she had crossed a threshold into a realm of profound significance. It was a sensation of surrender, a willing immersion into the sacred waters that held the promise of healing and renewal.
Harahel felt something change within her as the waters of the healing pool worked their magic. It was as if the liquid was a conduit for a profound transformation, washing away the impurities and sins of her past. Gradually, she sensed herself becoming lighter, cleaner, and purer than she had ever been before.
And then, the vision came.
