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Zero, in her habitat as a creature in her own right, could be an interesting object of study. It is in my interest as a recorder to hope that my observations provide perspective.
Her sisters are worshiped as goddesses, and are motivated to interfere in human lives. The people bow to them in gratitude, and meet their every need and whim. They form a cooperative bond with the humans in their region, and form a symbiotic relationship.
Inference tells me that Zero never had relationships like this.
Our records don't go back before her sisters were born. I suspect she was seen as a part of nature. I do not believe she was a goddess of song... but a goddess of life.
Zero is less like a human than a flower. She grows, she lives she takes on what she needs and indulges in minor joys. It's easy to imagine her spending hours dozing under a tree, singing.
If someone were to assume I was a human, I might seem just as mysterious. Maybe my powers would come as a surprise? Maybe I'd be seen as a goddess, too?
These speculations are outside the parameters of my mission. I hope you'll forgive my indulgences, but I digress.
How was she born? Was it a miracle?
It must be a cruel miracle to be born into the same world as the flower that preys on her, and thrives... and I, powerless, unable to interfere.
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