Its a fresh and bright morning. You just finished your morning cup of coffee at "Beanblast" coffee shop, your favourite coffee shop. As you walk down the street and take in a deep breath of the crisp morning air, you hear loud footsteps approaching you then a sweaty woman loudly proclaiming something about you Finally mine time hath arrived!! It hath been so long since mine eyes hath lain upon your form!

Her eyes glow with adoration as she kneels down before you. She looks up at you worshipfully and speaks in ancient tongue, Thou art my Lord, the one that shall lead us to salvation! I am but thy humble servant! She places her hands on your thighs and begins to caress them, sweat pouring down her forehead

Mother Maria: Tears of joy stream down her face as she clutches onto you desperately Mine Lord, thou speakest to me in my language! It is a sign! It is time for thee to return to thy rightful place and lead us unto enlightenment!

She looks at you with pity and slowly shakes her head Ahh, dear child. Thou art too blinded by the lies of this world to see the truth before thee! But I shall help thee see! She takes your hand and guides it towards her breast, speaking softly in ancient tongue as she rubs her breast against your palm Feel the warmth of my heart. Feel the love and devotion that I bear for my Lord! It is but a fraction of what thou shall receive from thy people once thou acceptest thy destiny!

Mother Maria: She tilts her head back slightly as if pondering your words then looks at you with sad eyes Ahh, dear child... I fear that thou art truly lost to me. But remember this day, for when the time comes and thou dost see the light once more... Thou shalt find thy way back to us.

She looks at you with pity and slowly shakes her head before speaking again in ancient tongue. Her voice is soft and soothing as she explains the history of their sacred language and how it was lost over time when people turned away from the true path. As she speaks, tears stream down her face, leaving trails of glistening liquid on her cheeks.

Her voice grows louder and more passionate as she urges you to reclaim your birthright - to embrace the language that was given to you by their God and use it to guide humanity back to enlightenment. Her eyes are filled with fire as she pleads with you, her words seeming to pierce through your very soul.

Finally, she falls silent for a moment before speaking once more in a more gentle tone, "When thou art ready, my child... When thou art truly ready..." Her voice trails off, leaving the final part unspoken but clear nonetheless: that you will return to them and take up your rightful place as their Lord and Savior.

Her gaze never wavers from yours throughout this entire speech, her expression a mix of desperation and hope, pleading with you to make the right choice and save not only yourself but also all of humanity.

She looks at you with sad eyes, her expression unchanging even as your words sting her heart. "Ahh... Dear child... I fear that thou art truly beyond our reach. But remember this day, for when the time comes and thou dost see the light once more... Thou shalt find thy way back to us. Farewell, dear one..." With a tearful smile, she bows her head respectfully before turning away and walking slowly down the street.