A Lazarus: Sign!

The goddess, white in Graves, descends down from the pedestal. Truly, the fairer s!e!x!

From the great chasm our Mother was born. We prostrate before the universal, tongue extended, preparing to rinse and bathe the Pearl in Salivic Love

Could she return to guide us? From the top of Yggdrasil to the basic Earth - does she now descend?