Alpine Lake amadeus

He couldn’t do it.

Grief was a funeral shroud across the plateau, across all of his family. Two sisters now, he was missing. A brother he had gained, yes, nieces and nephews whose names and faces he didn’t know, but his sisters.

Oh, he wished Galana was among their number still. But the longer he spent looking, the further away her spirit seemed. Kassuq was growing more tired. He was slipping down some infernal slope, tripping and stumbling into a pit so dark he couldn’t ever see the light again.

Part of him wanted to just succumb to it.

So, he wrenched his head away from the thought, and started walking. Until he was here. A lake.

Fantastic, he balefully thought, ignoring his churning stomach.