Obliterie
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Last published Wed, Apr 29, 2015
Everything comes to an end. Why does anything matter, then, if the act of mattering ceases to be of importance - to matter - when everything else has been counted and the gods are dining on the remains of the long-dead, long-cold, universe?
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A god's power is not in his strength. It is in belief. Once, he understood this better than any other. While gods of war and wisdom carved their names into stone, he whispered doubts, unraveling faith until only his name remained. Now, he stands alone-the last god in a world that no longer remembers the ones who came before. But something is shifting. Prayers grow quieter. Temples stand empty. The power he once grasped so effortlessly begins to slip through his fingers. Victory was supposed to be forever. But even gods are not immune to time. And when belief fades... what remains?
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