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- 23rd of Dioni, 596
- Your hand alights upon a bright crimson star lotus, scattering light from its sanguine petals.
- A black, sucking darkness clenches your heart, echoes of grief ravaging your body from an unknown
- memory as you persist in this too-familiar task.
- The pain fades more quickly from the lotus this time, a sense of quietly swelling resilience bearing
- through you as your tenuous link to the Empyreal Goddess reflects a cool, distant regard for the
- memory.
- You have emoted: The fingers that brush against the lotus curl gradually inward as Avaris's hand
- drifts aside. Tilting his head back, the hue of his seven, natural eyes dims from a bright azure to
- a deeper shade of blue.
- You think to yourself: A subdued blend of feeling in reaction to that sensed from the distant
- Goddess. Pride, as ever, in Her strength, in how She endures with such grace and poise, with the
- constant, background ache of sorrow that She is hurting at all. Again, as with each glimpse of that
- which ails Her, his desire to shoulder more of Her burdens grows more entrenched, his resolve
- hardening like metal beneath subsequent blows from a hammer.
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