Agatha was weary amidst the same some call Despair, as she longed for her husband. The wind had picked up, leading them deeper into the cave where they would rest, if only fortnight, till they could seek a new land, away from the desolation they had faced in Create'.
Create' used to be her home, for her children and her family. Now, it was overrun with monsters of mourning, that sought out forgot being to devour. They wanted not food but souls, attacking land and property, not stopping until they had taken all from them. Most committed the unspeakable act once their lives were gone. Agatha has done such for her husband. Regrettable moments like these often came to her, but she knew giving in would allow the mourning monsters to find her. She slowly, firmly pushed it out of her mind, and focused on the setting sun. The hues, the forms, their successful escape, and the love of the ones she holds dear.
