The High Priestess watches ... and waits... she reviews it all
... can end the suffering
... can free the prisoner
... can prolong the wait
... make the sun shine
... or cause the rain to fall
She, the enigmatic unknown agitator, is responsible for it all. From her travels a network web which links science with media with government with law enforcement. At her fingers she has control over it all. Her eyes watch. They are devoid of any sign of emotion. They merely watch. She watches as it all unfolds; all according to the script before her on a screen. She has the power to provide hope to the despairing; she can point the law of the land to the perpetrators. She can personally visit the imprisoned if she so wishes. Nobody would raise an eye brow if she was to pass them in the street -- foreign streets -- because her ordinary look is extremely mundane. In the business world she is invisible, hidden behind her officers of merit. Her worker ants who do it all for her ... a warrior in the true sense of the word she is unlikely to ever let herself be caught. Her power permits her to sacrifice her minions on a whim. Her eyes ... I feel them upon me. I sense her presence in the room ... she knows I know she is there.
But who is she? Where is she?
