[Why does the flame wane?
I asked the black skies, "What is life?"
The skies answered in a subtle voice, "A mother is watching her children die slowly of starvation. There is only enough food for one of them, but she is hungry, too. That is life."
"The war is over, and those who discarded their weapons to surrender are made slaves. They are brought to an arena and told to kill each other. A young warrior looks at a sword, his hand trembling. That is
life."
"A man loves his wife, but feels lonely in her company. One day, walking the market, he sees a beautiful stranger smiling at him sweetly. He hesitates to return the smile. That is life, as well."
I pondered.
"So... life is a choice?"
The skies laughed, "Life is desire. It is a desire to be alive."
The skies were illuminated by a myriad of stars, burning in the beautiful darkness.
Like the flame of desire had burned in the hideous void, giving birth to the seven gods. Why does the flame wane ?]