Will she arise...

The temple of Ash is quiet as I sit in the middle. I am alone for the first time, my hands flat on the floor, my eyes closed.

I've been sitting here waiting for something to happen. God hasn't returned back from wherever he went, and his wife has stayed silent since telling me that I could choose or not to drip my blood in her temple, and let her rise again.

The choice was mine.

I had alot of questions, but I didn't think that she would have the answers. I wanted to ask God why he was trying to bring her back. Would he bring back her temples, her place of worship?

What was he thinking?

I murmured some curse words, running my hands through my hair. It was getting tiresome not knowing what to do. Or having the ability to do something but not know if what I was doing was right or not.

I stared down at my hands and wished Loss was here. I remember the first night I had been here, he had entered my body with his soul, assuring me that everything was going to be