They had been gone in foreign corners of the hovering worlds, in new places, three powerful gods in denial of their powers. They were returning home defeated, forsaken, lost, each to whom could still recall their names.

One of them returned to me with eyes grey with grief and carrying on his shoulders a weight heavier than thoughts could bear. Tired, breathing slowly, abandoned himself in arms that could still feel their essence by means of pure faith and hands that were still able to soothe the pain. His eyes began glowing crimson as vengeful harbingers of the disease, scarred by the too much misery they have witnessed, ghostly holograms of what they once were.

He blinked for a split second – not an abyss, but a mirror so magnificent, victorious and powerful once more… then died in my arms.

Obsessive song of the day: VNV Nation – Rubicon.

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