Wild Berry Meadow Gentle Giant

People invent their gods to understand the world better. Because the very idea that there is no reason, no structure, no driving force behind the life itself, is horrifying. The same way they talk about afterlife, because an idea of not existing in any plane, is just as scary. Wraen had come to these conclusions on her own accord and had accepted them. In a way this was her religion. Chaos and non-existence being the faceless gods. 

"Death does not make any more sense than being born does," Wraen remarked. They were one and the same thing really. You became something from dust and to dust you returned in the end. "I am sorry for your loss and I have no explanation, why this happens. But the fact that everyone goes through this - whether it is a young child, a beloved parent or friend - does not make your pain any less," she said. Asked, what she believed in, Wraen had to think. Maegi would not like her philosophical answers, she needed something that felt real. So, it was true to say then, that... "I believe in myself."