[#070: Walking on Water] Kilika in the aftermath of Sin.
It was strange, really. Kilika had been torn down to the sea; driftwood everywhere, bodies in their caskets floating in the water, cradled by the waves. The sun skimmed the horizon, splashing everything in gold and red. It was peaceful. It was horrifying. The waves sounded no different as they lapped at the fallen pier in Kilika: gentle as always, promising to go on for eternity.
"No such thing as eternity, love," Valefor murmured. I did not understand.
I did the only things I knew how to do: I danced and danced and danced and sent the fallen souls to the sky.
Valefor sighed, almost in yearning. I did not understand.