Wapun Meadow i'll never forget that you showed me to make art

almalexia laughed.

death knows that it will have you in the end. we all go to death, even queens and gods. why should it bother itself with you, boy?

she circled him. his eyes were glazed and distant. her own were full of malevolent mirth.

you will suffer less if you accept that there is no force which seeks to destroy you.

there is no force which seeks you at all, the prophet drifted closer, looming over him now, daring him to strike at her. because you are nothing.