For a fortnight.

The 'Nooms slept while the world awakened thought itself complete.

Alchemy rose from Manna that Inana had swept and kept for the survivors.

Grains of sand dropped from the irradiated maws of the newly-risen.

“Run you fools”, consoled Ninib, but the healer stood her ground. “Rainfall is YOU.”

Conceding Ninib spiraled and blasted the advancing hordes.

“This was always my way.”

The Hare got away; Lion tears itself breaking like a broken memory, organs bending with equal delight, Dragons ever watching for their disillusions to come.

They would feel the hillock’s embrace.

Raven eyes the dove again.

Challenge - "The Shortest Distance Between Peace and Autonoom."