1881-12-10 - Tak

Life, Trauma/ Loss

A week has passed since my last entry, a week that has seen both despair and faint glimmers of hope. In the relentless passage of time, we, the godlings, have become guardians of a vigil that tests the very limits of our endurance and faith.

Tonight, as the wind howls outside, a mournful symphony to our plight, I sit by Tak's side, reflecting on the days gone by. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the candle casting a gentle light on Tak's somber visage. He seems more at peace today, the turbulent seas of his anguish momentarily calm. Our efforts have been unceasing. Each of us brings our own essence to this battle for Tak's soul. Agneya's fiery passion, Farhad's stoic wisdom, Ashur's indomitable strength, and Cipactli's nurturing care – together, we form a tapestry of support, woven with the threads of our individual powers.

In these past days, there have been moments, fleeting and fragile, where Tak has seemed almost within reach. He has spoken more, his words a window into his tormented soul. He talks of Henry, his voice tinged with love and an unendurable longing.

It was during one such conversation that Tak uttered words that pierced my heart. "Eirikr," he said, his gaze lost in the flickering candle flame, "to love a mortal is to embrace a fleeting dream. Yet, in that ephemeral moment, I found an eternity."

His words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the cruel irony of our existence. We, who are bound by neither time nor death, are paradoxically the most vulnerable to the ravages of love and loss.

As I sit here, watching over him, I am struck by the profound transformation this ordeal has wrought upon us all. We have been forced to confront the depths of our emotions, the vulnerabilities that lie hidden beneath the veneer of our divinity.

Tak's plight has brought us closer, binding us in a shared purpose. In our unity, we have found a strength we did not know we possessed, a resolve to stand against the tides of despair.

But the road ahead remains shrouded in uncertainty. The specter of Tak's pain lingers, a shadow that we chase but can never quite grasp. With each passing day, the fear that we may lose him to the abyss grows stronger.

Yet, amidst this fear, there is a spark of hope. In our love for Tak, in our unwavering commitment to his well-being, lies the possibility of salvation. We cling to this hope, a lifeline in the storm.

As the night deepens, I close this entry with a prayer, not just for Tak, but for all of us. May the bonds that unite us prove strong enough to pull him back from the edge, to restore the light that once shone so brightly within him.

Tomorrow, we will continue our vigil, our hearts heavy yet hopeful. We will not abandon our brother, for in his fate lies our own. In the face of this trial, we will stand resolute, our love an unbreakable shield against the darkness.