
It’s eons later, after the Great Surge, that his brother comes to him. A time when even he has begun to forget that there use to be more, that they used to be alive once upon a time. Souls no longer come to the Citadels, nor do they leave them.
His brother speaks only three words before leaving again.
We are returning.
It will be many a lunar cycle before he and the other souls realize, he has not just left but călău has vanished entirely.
First to fall, First to Rise.

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