User:Quiyoughkasouck

We said that we were dying. Dead. We were. It was no lie. I exist, however. This cannot be a dream. It seems that, in all its futility, reality (or fantasy) continues to (Untranslatable.) my being. The gods have gone. Abandoned this hopeless continent. Perhaps all continents. I shan't leave, though. I will exist forever. Even when that red star sets on the horizon. Even when the darkness takes us. Even when we vanish from this earth, with all that we have accomplished. I am now one of the gods. I was once the priest. But the gods left us, so I must take their place. Others have helped, but all have left. I worship my sisters. They worship me. It is a love which transcends the hopelessness of religious faith. They have new names. I kept mine. Gráinne, Caridad, Sirvart, Marion, and Jaime. I have not forgotten their real names. But I shan't reveal them. My sisters love their new names, taken from the lands they have visited. I have seen the world. It has suffered, lately. I have seen (Untranslatable. Possibly Heaven/Hell.). It has suffered, too. The sins and virtues shall take this world, someday. If the people do not murder it, first. I shall leave, one day. I have been forgotten, already, anyway. But I will never vanish. I will continue. I will be. 