Stone Circle and if i died, who would be there to bury me

Time didn't move. 

At night, Rowana would curl up into a ball inside of Illecebra's den and wait for the sun to come up, but it never did. She would sit there for hours, only blinking once, twice, and expecting it to be day when she opened her eyes again. The thing about it was, daylight never came. It didn't seem like Ro would ever see the sunrise, but she didn't think that she deserved to, anyway. 

It was a shitty thing, feeling so pitiful and helpless. It wasn't like Rowana to be so desperate and to lack her normal spirit, but try as she might, she just couldn't get her groove back. Lying there in the doorway of the den with her nose turned up to the twinkling stars, she said a silent prayer in hopes that someone might be listening.