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To the Old Kingdom
Dec. 11th, 2006 10:51 am(From here.)
The door he gallantly opened for her opened out into gently lapping waters, lit from overhead by a multitude of stars uncountable. So many together, they give off a glow stronger than the light of the full moon, singing softly of promised rest for those below. The insubstantial spirits of the dead rise from the waters, some quickly, eager for their eternal rest, and some slowly, fighting the pull even as they rise, foot by foot.
The two of them step down slightly into the water that only rises to their ankles, and Yrael closes the door behind them.
"As you can see," Yrael smiles. "I have been practicing even when not at the Milliways lake."
Despite the fact that the waters of Death aren't exactly the same as other water.
The door he gallantly opened for her opened out into gently lapping waters, lit from overhead by a multitude of stars uncountable. So many together, they give off a glow stronger than the light of the full moon, singing softly of promised rest for those below. The insubstantial spirits of the dead rise from the waters, some quickly, eager for their eternal rest, and some slowly, fighting the pull even as they rise, foot by foot.
The two of them step down slightly into the water that only rises to their ankles, and Yrael closes the door behind them.
"As you can see," Yrael smiles. "I have been practicing even when not at the Milliways lake."
Despite the fact that the waters of Death aren't exactly the same as other water.
