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Everyone remembers the day that Death cried. The stories of the Great Goddess mourning the impossible, shedding divine tears that fell upon the mortal plane for the loss of her son. Gods can’t die, yet mortals still mourn the boy who was lost, tossed from the divine heavens by a liar, and a cheat.
People often say there are five stages of grief, yet the grief of the gods, of Time and Death, is incomprehensible to mortals. People say a mother’s love stretches beyond the universe, but how can someone with a lifespan so short comprehend the love of a Goddess. Eternal. Forever.
The day that Life was lost was the day that time stopped, unfelt by the mortals. Perpetuity in an instant. The lives of creatures so tiny continued as normal, but those of the higher beings; the humans halted for just a second, or maybe forever. They understood the sadness, ire, and desperation of the gods to find Life, the one who never truly lived.
Aeons passed, yet the search never wavered. The orbiting of the celestial bodies of Earth is continually mistaken as chance, or kindness, perhaps. Yet those who sustain life, the forms of the Day and Night are not being kind, and certainly did not appear by chance as they circle the mortal plane. They’re searching for their brother.
Still, all things that live must die, and those who can see are oft visited by the Angel- Entropy. Time. The Reaper. He has many names, yet all know him as the husband of Death. He is said to ask souls about their life, as he takes them to his beloved. He asks about who they loved, what they lived for, and, what they saw: Perhaps he too is searching for his son.
Gods shouldn’t die, gods cannot die. Yet the slow acceptance, the feeling of hopelessness, of an effort that will never stop, that never can be stopped. Not even the Beings of Eternity are absolved from that.