User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-30014014-20190713203537/@comment-30014014-20190802013609

"Yes". The golem projects the visible surface of her palms on the floor, playing the shadows of her shapes and others as countless ornaments bearers, lavish and vain, all laughing at a distinct man at the center of it all, fingers and tones, deaf, but scornful "He spook of that. Back in his time, far from here, far from the present. Bound to move, bound to joke, all to his disdain to those who scarcely needed any attention".

She rises her hand, portraying figures of singular colors where their eyes should be "Would you believe me...if I told you he hadn't told you everything?"