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Trauma is a haunting, twisted bitch. It twists and churns the things you think you know. Confuses what is real and what isn’t. Some traumas wear on your soul tirelessly, while others… well, those traumas we simply erase.
marking four centuries after the War of Fernestia.
Like from deathless shadows?!
That long ago, during the war, our religion awoke and revealed the true gods of our world. That they are merciful, but nothing can live forever.
Like the deathless shadows?!
He’s an angry god demanding retribution from a sacrifice, and I’m his personal one.
“No one could convince me that this moment isn’t real. Even if I’m not, then so be it. The rain greets me nonetheless. The sun warms me anyway. This moment means something to me… that is real enough.”
He’s an angry god sent from the depths of heaven and the close border of hell. But more than anything, he’s here for me. I rise to my feet and run to him with tears brimming my eyes.
My heart warms, as if he’s reached inside and embraced my wounded organ. It flutters and twists for only him.
