[private] swear you recall nothing at all, phae

[altar]

get up off your knees, boy
Stand face to face with your god

How long since the Darkness?
(This is how she gauges time, you see, because the Darkness was the last thing that mattered.)

How long since she last caught a glimpse of the brothers? And where have they gone?
(And she wonders if perhaps they have disappeared to some place that she cannot follow.)

The last thing that mattered was how she’d seethed; how she had hated Obelisk and yet had been so grossly unwilling to let him die. And then?

She has no memory of what followed. No memory of the light that had not splintered across the horizon but had exploded across the sky all at once. No memory of the strange creatures who’d emerged from the sea, from the sky, the warring between them. 

Perhaps it is better this way.
Perhaps the things that had followed are better off not remembered.

But she wanders to Pangea now (unaware as she is that it had been plunged into some other world, erased from the map as if it had never existed there at all, and then brought back again as if it had never gone.) She is not a thing made for wandering, really, but what else is there to do here, now? 

They all seem to emerge, blinking into a world made new again. And she watches them and realizes that she is no different than them, a new thing, born again. She flicks her tail, lazy, scattering stars and exhales a short breath of stardust as she watches.
 

ALTAR