Stars and silence. An endless, yawning void. A thousand eyes in the dark.

The dreams of a dead god are impossible to fathom, even for the dreamer. But according to some, it can be said that they reflect some form of truth about the world.

Or, perhaps, they are a glimpse of the world beyond.

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[i]Come back to us. Please...[/i]

For a few moments, it was dark. And yet they would feel something for the first time in ten thousand years.

It was a strange, cool sensation. As their bodies began to develop more sensation, it would become possible for them to feel something like a liquid enveloping them.

Finally, it would become possible to see again, as the strange fluid sensation drained away and they were exposed to the open air.

It was dark, but not impossible to see. The room they had awakened in way of considerable size, though the ceiling was quite low, shaped like a hexagon. The floor had a large pattern inscribed on it, a set of rings smaller at the center and steadily widening outwards with a series of inscriptions carved between each ring and framed by evenly spaced lines. On closer examination, each line would indeed lead to a  steel platform upon which each of them now stood. On the far side of the room there appeared to be a stairway that lead out of the room and upwards.

For a moment, it would be difficult for each of them to remember anything. Even their names would be lost.

But then everything would come flooding back.

They were gods. They had once experienced the worship and adoration of the mortal world. They had once commanded the world itself and those within it.

And then...

Not a single one of them would be able to remember just how they got here. No matter how hard they tried. It was a void in their memory, an event that had completely faded away.

The chamber was rather cool, and while their clothing would be dry their skin and hair would feel slightly damp.

They weren't alone, either.

At the center of the room, where each line intersected, was a girl. [url=https://safebooru.org//images/2684/c75da8d5aee38671cc7735aefad204cb149622d0.jpg?2795912]She was small, and appeared to be considerably pale as if she was suffering from some sort of illness or other duress. She was also prone, lying unconscious on her side, white hair pooling around her as if she had recently collapsed.[/url]

Beyond this, there were no clues to what had just occurred, to what had returned the gods from death.

But there was no denying it.

Ten thousand years had come to an end.

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