Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Thought was a struggle. Like wading through marshy bogs where every step was a battle against gravity. Fireworks of inescapable sensation flared against a backdrop of charcoal numbness, to the point where she could not tell if it was pleasure or pain. At this point, it was just overwhelming.
The face that loomed over her was familiar. A voice spoke her name, and the familiarity of it sent off a cascade of memories - snow, ice, trudging through snow, flaring bonfire lights and clay-coated hands turning soil into art, the taste of blackberry wine and whispered confidences. She had no fluid to waste on tears, but the ruined fingers that labourously rose to touch the back of Amun's hand trembled with more than just fatigue.
She recognized him.
The face that loomed over her was familiar. A voice spoke her name, and the familiarity of it sent off a cascade of memories - snow, ice, trudging through snow, flaring bonfire lights and clay-coated hands turning soil into art, the taste of blackberry wine and whispered confidences. She had no fluid to waste on tears, but the ruined fingers that labourously rose to touch the back of Amun's hand trembled with more than just fatigue.
She recognized him.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
