Hushed Willows Sacrifice, he just wants to help; holds the world like a baby

She blinked. On fire. Hadn't she heard that somewhere before?

I am the sun,

Countless stars glittering through the open ceiling of a vast, dark cave. The acrid scent of poison, the stinging taste of it on her tongue. Blood. Fire. Small gods small gods small gods —

and you will burn with me.

Reverie blinked again and took in a slow breath. They're like moths. Then they'll all burn, Scarcely more than a whisper. She shook her head slightly as if to clear her thoughts, but her eyes were beginning to glaze over as they met his. What do you know about small gods, Hypnos?