Step, step, clack! Step, step, clack!
Alone meandered a child, each step uncertain but a look of determination on their face as they trudged onwards with the help of a gnarled walking stick--clearly no more than a branch found along the ground, but perfectly suited for such a purpose.
Having two legs seemed so strange, but then again, everything seemed strange. Having been born in a realm outside of space and time meant having no physical form, and now the child is nothing but physical. How they regret not spending more time in the mortal realm; their brother had spent countless years taking on countless forms, so taking the shape of a human came naturally to him. But as for Sanctus, they were... shy. Nervous. What if they were not as liked as their brother? What if their inexperience lead to harm of some sort? What if they weren't good enough?
Now it was too late, and none of that mattered.
Now, they were the infinite made finite, an eternity cut down and stuffed into a tattered sack. A being that should be all-knowing, all-present, now well and truly little more than a lost child with a stick, hardly able to see the path ahead of them.
Taking a moment to stop and glance around, they leaned their face against the gnarled branch, a soft cheek squishing comically against the dead wood. How long had they wandered? What was this... heaviness in their limbs? Was this what it meant to be 'tired'? Pathetic. How pathetic! Tears stung at their eyes and they let out a frustrated huff, kicking at the ground as if it were the earth's fault--only to lose their already delicate balance and tumble down.
Gods don't tumble. Pathetic. Useless. To have devolved to such a state that they would lash out at dirt itself. Dirt! DIRT!
The child, the dirt-kicker, the unsteady broken thing, sat there and pulled their insubordinate legs to their chest, hugging their knees and hiding their face between them as their shoulders trembled. Where was everyone? Their brother, their sisters, the humans that took them in and called them family, first out of duty and then out of love... Where were they?
So the child wiped the tears from their face (in vain, they poured endlessly from the vast sea behind their eyes) and took hold of the branch once more, getting to their feet and continuing on in search of someone, something, anything familiar.
Step, step, clack! Step, step, clack!
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