[SWE] The Festival of Lights

It was a strange thing, to be heartbroken and feel nothing. To have loved...and yet not lost, for Remi did still love. It was just no longer significant. Loving Loren was like knowing the number of blades of grass in the fields. Interesting in a way, but not the type of thing that moved the alchemist to act, or motivated him to do anything. What was motivating him at the moment however was the number of lanterns that had suddenly and almost magically appeared. It could indeed have been magic as far as the alchemist assumed, and so with a wariness befitting one who had now encounters two different gods on three different occasions all with varying levels of horror, Remi made his way into the outskirts as dusk settled and the glow from the lanterns was bright and beautiful against the dimming of the evening. With his hands in his pockets, the normally kind looking alchemist turned brooding looking alchemist, halted before one of the lanterns. Not wanting to touch it lest there be some ritual at work here he was not aware of, Remi merely studied it for a moment trying to glean from its construction and placement what significance it might have. R ? M I Since you burned me at the stake, all of my feelings went away At least there’s no feelings in my way