Found Obsession

Chapter 128: Visions

A shiver ran down Rose's spine as her blood seemed to hum in response. The marks on her skin burned faintly, a sharp reminder of the connection she shared with the holy artifacts. But this time, it was different—stronger, more aggressive. The Lampstand wasn't just calling to her—it was demanding her attention, pulling her in.

Frank froze beside her, the cloth slipping from his hand as he noticed her reaction. "What... what is it?" he asked, confusion and unease etched into his face.

Rose didn't respond. Her eyes locked onto the Lampstand, its intricate form glowing faintly. As if in a trance, her fingers wrapped around it, resting just above where Frank was still holding it.

And then she was pulled.

The room disappeared, replaced by a mountain that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. The air was different—ancient, sacred. It was a place like nothing she had ever seen, as if she had been pulled back in time.

Mount Sinai.

A man stood before a roaring fire, his posture humble yet filled with purpose. She heard a voice—powerful, beautiful, and otherworldly. It resonated through the mountain, a voice that was both heaven and nature woven together.

Moses, the voice said, its presence filling the air with weight and light.

The man knelt before the fire, listening intently as he received instructions. Rose's breath caught in her throat as she realized what was happening. The voice was dictating the pattern and specifications for the creation of the Lampstand.

(Exodus 25:31)

"You shall make a lampstand of pure gold. The lampstand shall be made of hammered work: its base, its stem, its cups, its calyxes, and its flowers shall be of one piece with it."

Rose's heart raced as the scene unfolded before her. The Lampstand's sacred origin was undeniable. But then, Moses turned slightly, his movements slow and deliberate, as if sensing her presence. His eyes began to shift toward her.

Before he could see her, Rose was pulled back, the vision shattering like glass.

She gasped, feeling the world tilt around her. A wave of dizziness overcame her, and her burning marks seared her skin as she released the Lampstand. She staggered and then collapsed into Frank, her body trembling from the intensity of the vision.

It wasn't Jesus, it was Jehovah. The item was more agressive because on this one she had found Jehovah. His voice.

"Jehovah..." she whispered hoarsely, the word barely audible.

Frank's panic was immediate. "Rose! Rose!" he called, his voice laced with fear.

Rose felt his arms wrap around her, steadying her as she slumped against his shoulder. His hand brushed her cheek gently, trying to bring her back.

"Rose, talk to me! Are you okay?"

Rose groaned, raising a hand to her head as the dark spots in her vision began to clear. She blinked several times, her breaths shallow and uneven.

"What... what happened?" she mumbled, her voice weak.

"You held this," Frank said, pointing to the Lampstand. "And you just... froze. I called your name over and over, but you didn't respond. Then you collapsed." His expression was a mixture of disbelief and concern.

Rose massaged her temple, willing herself to recover. She realized how close she was to Frank and she retreated from his arms and his shoulder. She managed to stand.

"Frank... I think this is the item she's been looking for," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Frank looked between her and the Lampstand, his face pale. "You're telling me... all this chaos is because of this?"