Subject: 1, 2, 3... 4?
Posted on: 2021-08-16 21:44:23 UTC

1. The room was dark, silent, and smelled faintly of strange, dark waters and coppery blood. 2. The audience was, in turn, almost silent, but the faint sound of their breathing filled the small room. 3. In the center of the room, on a small podium, was Stone. The cat who was a mountain who was a god. Silver blood tricked from the wound on her side. 4. She drew herself up, opened her mouth, and began to sing.

Light poured from the podium as the sudden size that was the Mountain of Light became apparent to all who watched. The light, the heart of the world, all of it was here.

The audience alternately drew closer, backed away, or fell to the ground with the weight of it.

The song began. The bright blood of the Mountain became the sound, a thin reverberation of light that grew ever stronger. Healing flowed through it, and strength, as every heart began to beat as one.

Stone looked out at the audience, and noticed as some began to stand straighter, or tension in their shoulders loosened, as pain became more bearable.

She looked at them. She recognized them. And she promised:

I know you. I remember you. I see who you are, what you have done, and the pain you have endured for others. Every sacrifice you have made, I see it. I honor it. It will be remembered, and it will be worth it.

For I remember you, and I endure forever. You will not be forgotten. Those lost will not be forgotten. And none of it was meaningless.

It ended, as all things do. The audience trickled out, murmuring their thanks or talking quietly, earnestly, to their friends or simply going home to process the experience. Stone nodded graciously in reply to her listeners for some time before staggering out the back and winding her way through the hallways until she was thoroughly lost. Then, finally, she lay down and began to bathe carefully, twitching occasionally as she cleaned near the wound. Weary to the bone, she collapsed and closed her eyes for a moment. She then looked up.

"Oh, hello, I didn't see you there."

((thought this might be a usable prompt? if anyone's interesting in seeing a rather tired god, for whatever purposes, hey, here she is.))

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