[ Ceremonies to send off or honor the dead tend to look similar in a lot of ways, no matter where you go. Apparently, even here, in another world entirely.
There's something about flame, the ethereal nature of it, the impermanence. The way it comes alive. The way it gives way to darkness when it's gone. A fine likeness of the soul.
The same in every world.
Red stands at the lakeshore, watching the lights flickering in the distance, getting farther away. A young woman hesitates nearby, but eventually, he sees her light a candle. Then, two more. She's new, Summoned around the time he was; he knows that much, and little else beyond that. Except now, he knows she's missing three people, at least.
His heart aches in his chest. Red hesitates too, like she had, near the small stack of candles that are left.
If he wants to light one too, now is the time. The people are starting to disperse. Soon, it will be only him and this woman on this section of the shoreline. ]
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There's something about flame, the ethereal nature of it, the impermanence. The way it comes alive. The way it gives way to darkness when it's gone. A fine likeness of the soul.
The same in every world.
Red stands at the lakeshore, watching the lights flickering in the distance, getting farther away. A young woman hesitates nearby, but eventually, he sees her light a candle. Then, two more. She's new, Summoned around the time he was; he knows that much, and little else beyond that. Except now, he knows she's missing three people, at least.
His heart aches in his chest. Red hesitates too, like she had, near the small stack of candles that are left.
If he wants to light one too, now is the time. The people are starting to disperse. Soon, it will be only him and this woman on this section of the shoreline. ]