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The arctic blizzard blew again her bare skin, it almost made her feel something, almost. She had reached the end of the world, but she could not outrun her thoughts. She had hated many before, blamed them for all that was wrong, blamed them for leaving her, for betraying her, she hated them for not realizing just how much she cared about them. But then she was truly lone, and with loneliness came freedom, and as a free person, she had done mistakes, and there was no one left to blame but herself. 

She tried to correct it, she truly had, there were people out there who looked up to her, who saw in her salvation. They were foolish, foolish like her, who had once also looked up to a saviour. And it was ironic, for being in his position, she could understand his actions, that made her pity him, forgive him, but also hate him, and hate herself, for being like him. For failing others, for running away.

A sudden polar wind blew away the ribbon that kept her hair from flowing freely. That was the last thing she owned, only her body was left. Her cursed mortal made immortal body that had made her see everything she had ever cared about crumbling to dust.

At one point there was no reason to continue, the ‘end of the world was ending’ and too many steps forward and she might end somewhere again. So she just laid against the polar ice, looking up at the aurora. It was just like the night that had started this purgatory. So she looked up at it, reminiscing until there was nothing left to remember, endless polar days ending in instants, then it all crumbled, and the lights gave in to the darkness of the abyssal cold sea. It was peace.

But all things had to end, even if by a new beginning.
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The first thing she noticed, what would be her first memory as herself, was certainly a confusing sight. There had to be better sensory inputs to expose newborns than the swirl and churn of an endless flow of memories and thoughts. It seemed the summoner agreed, for soon all but a few were gone, and she could actually hear her own thoughts.

First things first, she scouted her surrounding, sensing the summoner, the souls, the walls. Looking into souls told a lot, but some of them had taken shape, shapes which told just a bit, just enough, just what was allowed to be told. Without noticing, she received the energies of the room and formed a shape of her own, growing into a tall woman, loose brown hair flowing over her back.

[color=c0783b]”Whoa."[/color]

She stretched, getting used to the whole "being" business. Immediately, she started braiding her hair, pondering over her role as she did, a goddess of passages, a wanderer... A weird role for a pantheon, but she could not think of herself as anything else. Soon she realized she needed a name, she could remember a few, they felt familiar but belonged to people who she no longer was. It was not a problem, explorers like herself were accustomed to picking names on the spot.

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[color=c0783b][h1]Urhu[/h1][/color]
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