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Space between flight from Eris's explosion into metaclysma and now left unwritten, just as blank. Lights made dim as to not stain my vision with a single face of clergy self-proclaimed caretakers, unworthy to be named. To them, I think, I am a saint, a goddess who made sacrifice to give them this world that once was spring but now sleeps under blanket of ice.