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the void is quiet, as always. there was no light in here, at least, not anymore.
not after She had left.
sometimes it still remembered the light, and the warmth it had brought with it. golden white light feeling like a bonfire. Her smile so blinding it would dedicate its whole life for Her purpose….
and then She had left them, Hylia had left them.
not alone, but unable to touch. floating in nothingness until…. until when?
eyes opened but unseeing, body there but not feeling. until when. how long was it going to take before it ended. would it ever end.
what is an ‘end’
an ‘end’ means that there is a beginning, a beginning means that there is the passage of time. but what is time? time is a made up construct to keep track of things. to keep control over things. you can't possibly control everything.
there is no way, that is reserved only for gods. but who decides what is considered a ‘god’. where do they come from? what makes a god. something cannot come from nothing.
there is always something. but that is that what we cannot control, or understand. it is up for fate to decide.
fate,
what a cruel thing.