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You stand in an open plain. Around you spans endless fields of grass, which reach to your knees and brush up against your bare skin. There is not a mountain in sight, and you feel as if you could see forever. The twin suns are low on the horizon, and the sky is a beautiful myriad of color. You stay perfectly still as you watch them set. Slowly, Deyeda drifts downward until the field glows with the faintest trace of red. You do not dare to blink. You wish you could frame this second forever in your mind, and you wonder why you can't. Finally, Siress touches the horizon and a spark is lit. A line of fire passes down the center of the plain, passes you and dances beneath your feet. The light of it all burns your eyes, so for one tiny second, you close them.
Tekanish.
When you open them again, one half of the field is blackened while the other is perfectly preserved. You stand on the boundary between the two, among the flames. Though the suns are gone, the world around you gleams. Then, you realize why you couldn't make memories. For you are a spirit, and without body, there is no mind to remember. You look at your hands and they glow with the light of fire. You, too, are burning. You think there is something truly wonderful about it. You put your hands to your face and feel the warmth.
Sarya.
Endings are the way of things, and so, with time, the fire fades away. Only ash surrounds you now and you are the only light that remains.
Reddon.
With aching steps, you push through the ash. You have not moved in centuries. And though you cannot see it, you walk towards the horizon, for there is no other way to go. Behind you, golden light is beginning to rise.
Valar.