“The shadows of night are growing.” | My sons @XAngelsOfBCX
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@XAngelsOfBCX A Christmas gift for Ogron; Death left it in front of his door. She really hoped he liked it. A bookish bundle and a mug perfect for tea while reading.
A Christmas gift for Gantlos; Death left it in front of his door. She didn't know if he liked his gift. But she hoped he did. A sand lamp, the sand dropped gently, perfect for meditation. And an engraved bracelet, 'I love you forever, my son.' handmade of course.
(Well....at least now I know. Don't bother reading my solos, RPs...it doesn't matter. I'll be offline for now at least.)
The cosmos waited.
Once it had feared her, but now it seemed to breathe with her. Lady Death stood at the edge of the rift, the same that had torn her from all she knew.
But the void no longer felt cold. It whispered with familiar voices, the echoes of her sons, calling her home.
endings and beginnings entwined. But somewhere, deep within the dark between creation and silence… a whisper lingered:
“𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑒.”
The void screamed her name, not in rage, but in grief. It clawed at her form, unraveling shadow from bone, tearing silence from her soul. The darkness wanted her back… wanted her gone. Her knees struck the starlit ground. The cosmos trembled as she fell; black fire spilling from
edge of a newborn light. Her sons’ voices faded, but their warmth lingered; woven into her being like constellations reborn. For the first time, the silence did not hurt. It listened.
And somewhere far beyond creation, something stirred. Not to challenge her, but to welcome her.
