It is his duty as the eldest. It is the only way he knows this soul can rest. It is-
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His sisters love so deeply. Themselves, each other, him. The animals they create, the people who give worship. They would not even need to meet this dead man to love and grieve.
All he wants is for his sisters to stay happy. To not go haunted by questions he asks himself, the way that he is. That is the entire reason he's here, alone.
He keeps digging, and digging, and digging. Hours, he digs. But eventually, he can bury the nameless moon, and leave this hollow place.
Who made the Gods? Who made them? Who cast this man alone in the darkness, far beyond their reach? It's not fair. And- selfishly, he knows, he knows, but selfishly, he can't help but wonder why the one who could be his companion the way his sisters have each other had to die like this, afraid and alone, split into pieces?
How strange. To be divinity, to be above all else, to be the highest power there is- and to still feel helpless and lost-
... Could... he die? His sisters?
▟▀▇░▀▍ clutches his cloak with pale knuckles and the white crescent moon close to his chest and runs back to the cavern from which he found this place, a single grave with a blank, makeshift tombstone remaining in the corpse of a celestial body.
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His sisters love so deeply. Themselves, each other, him. The animals they create, the people who give worship. They would not even need to meet this dead man to love and grieve.
All he wants is for his sisters to stay happy. To not go haunted by questions he asks himself, the way that he is. That is the entire reason he's here, alone.
He keeps digging, and digging, and digging. Hours, he digs. But eventually, he can bury the nameless moon, and leave this hollow place.
Who made the Gods? Who made them? Who cast this man alone in the darkness, far beyond their reach? It's not fair. And- selfishly, he knows, he knows, but selfishly, he can't help but wonder why the one who could be his companion the way his sisters have each other had to die like this, afraid and alone, split into pieces?
How strange. To be divinity, to be above all else, to be the highest power there is- and to still feel helpless and lost-
... Could... he die? His sisters?
▟▀▇░▀▍ clutches his cloak with pale knuckles and the white crescent moon close to his chest and runs back to the cavern from which he found this place, a single grave with a blank, makeshift tombstone remaining in the corpse of a celestial body.