Orphans & Outcasts: Chapter Three

They have called it the Thousand Sol-Cycle War.

I wonder what name it will be given a thousand sol-cycles from now, dearest Sekhmet.

I grow weary, our children grow weary, watching a world rip itself apart through war and hatred.

My mirrors reflect a light of a fading dawn age. I feel so old, so tired, so alone.

I miss you.

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