Many people say "The end is near".
But how many people believe in return? What comes to us? What would we face when he finally shows his wrath? Many questions remained unanswered, but for us, we could not deny what fate lay in store for us, what the wheel sent crashing down upon us, crushing our very lives into dust, blowing our ashes into the wisps of the cloud's hands. There our fate lay, but we never knew what it would be, for it would be for her to chase, spinning fruitlessly after her divine consort, for Him to craft and detail, every tiny carving into her splendid golden wood rolling about her.
But things have come to pass, and when we had no longer the power to stop what she had foretold, what he had given, our remains were sent tumbling to the barren earth, to try and purify the land that her feet had walked upon, all while in our state of ever-moving, imperceptible ashes.
Bodies, crumbling, without power or life, we could never return, never again fulfil what we had been borne to do, not after he had taken us in with open arms, and then close his jaws around us.
Many questions remain unanswered, but few do believe.
The end is near.
And there is nothing we can do.