fic: remnants of war

In the deep and the dark and the blinding cold, one child ran or so the story goes. In the space between stars the silence grows, one child stayed or so we're told.

And in the space and the wreckage of worlds, Death spun in a pirouette to the sound of War. One child to leave. The other to stay. In the dark and the cold, this time, it happened a different way.

( ~memories fade into the silence, haunting me tonight~ )

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