In a coarse whispering voice the oracle intones...
And with that, the crystal ball flashs a brilliant white, blinding you momentarily. And you hear with out hearing, a voice from some distant dimension...
``From past, present and future,''
``From distant dimensions as yet unseen,''
``From books, lost in time or as yet unwritten,''
``A message comes with the light for thee... ''
Rincewind was firmly of the opinion that in stone-aged days, people were divided into two groups. Those that, when confronted by a sabre-toothed tiger, ran away, and those who just stood there saying 'my, what a magnificent brute' or 'here, kitty, kitty'. -- Terry Prachett, "The Color of Magic"
When your vision returns the oracle has returned to the way she was before.
You can return to the ante-chamber or throw another silver zorkmid onto the oracle's table.