Sisters of Water, beloved ones, it is terrible what I have just seen. An endless expanse of geometric, orderly gardens dotted with ponds, where other sisters rejoiced in the sun, inhabited by beautiful creatures living in peace. An immense palace nestled in the heart of the beautiful green city, a palace from which came music, laughter, and crystal-clear voices.
There was no need for cultivated fields, factories, or roads. It was a place of pure contemplation and innocent fun, joy for its own sake.
All this was inaccessible, surrounded by clouds that hid its boundaries, though it was not defended by any natural barrier.
It was the abode of the gods, of that I have no doubt, my sisters. They were not beings destined to age and decay; they had no needs. They lived, or rather existed, outside of nature, but not in opposition to it.
And what happened is proof of that. They could have stopped the flow of the great crack that split the earth, I am sure. They could have easily floated away with their gardens and statues and pavilions, barely moved. But they chose not to interrupt the natural course of things.
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They left the city to the endless appetite of the Rift.
I had hoped that the Dark Angel had finally come to save this place, to stop the destruction. Instead, he did nothing but wait, standing tall, until the abyss swallowed everything as easily as a fish swallows an unwary insect on the surface of the water. It swallowed him too! I don't know what happened inside the abyss; I went too high.
And I can't help but think of all that has been lost. Those peaceful gods are gone from this world and will never return.
Perhaps I should mourn the ordinary creatures who had no choice or understanding of what was about to happen, as it happened to us, at the mercy of unrelenting forces.
But I feel that with this ancient city, something is gone forever, something infinitely beautiful and precious that we did not deserve.
