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I've lived a million years.
I'll live a million more.
I wonder what the universe still has in store.
I'll always wonder what there is to see.
For the first millennia, my brother had been there with me.
He had been stars in the heavens.
I had made the fish in the sea.
And he had been there, watching over me.
But where is he know?
I wish I knew.
I bet not even he has a clue.
My poor brother, God of the cosmos.
I pray for my brother.
But what god do I pray to, when we are supposed to be the gods?
