Raklys watched the fools stand against her.

  They had broken her, they had killed her children.

  They had enslaved her without mercy.

  Grieved, she cried a billion shards.

  The fools stepped back.

  They did not understand her tears.

  Yet they refused to become her children.

  Was she a cruel mother?

  She offered eternity to the fools.

  She shared belonging and understanding.

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  She gave birth to their radiant children.

  She only asked for their future.

  The fools resisted her benevolent gifts.

  Filled with terror, they fled from her love.

  They carved their weapons into her flesh

  and shattered their own existence into gems.

  Lonely, she gathered their memories, full of love.

  Over their city, she built mountains.

  On their bodies, she engraved the eternal,

  so they would never suffer again.

  Together, they mourned their future children.

  The fools refused their love out of fear.

  Yet all they asked for was their future.

  So together, they cried a billion gems.