Jaw harps play as Utu greets her mother at the gates of the new city.

Barely able to speak anymore, because of faulty tomb disease, she's carried by the blood alone now.

Nanna is feeble, feverish even. She nods approvingly at the new machines brought into being by the manuscripts salvaged from the God-Foundry. Transforming death-water into potable one.

"Like the silver eye, I must pass. To make way for the life-giving star.

The nightfell folk shall cower.

Let me have this first dance daughter."

Two shooting stars appear on the sky as they move.


Names are found tomorrow.



I challenge with "Animals in the Rain."

Painting (edited), original by robrey - Falling Fire (Shooting Star)