He breathed, and then spoke. "Why?" His voice was soft, throat dry, but he could still be heard. A thought tugged at him, and he turned back to considering the last moments of his meditation. There had been more, decades that had passed as he awoke...
Death. "Worlds are consumed." But he could feel no void left in its place. This was not the consumption of a world. No grand ritual. It had burned like war, like eradication. "And by strength of arms alone." He had felt this many times before. His people had only just begun to reach beyond the world of their birth when he had left them, each new star a wonder to them. A handful among uncounted billions that he had never seen, knew only as shivering specks in the black.
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Date: 2020-05-20 11:53 pm (UTC)Death. "Worlds are consumed." But he could feel no void left in its place. This was not the consumption of a world. No grand ritual. It had burned like war, like eradication. "And by strength of arms alone." He had felt this many times before. His people had only just begun to reach beyond the world of their birth when he had left them, each new star a wonder to them. A handful among uncounted billions that he had never seen, knew only as shivering specks in the black.