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{{Lorebooks infobox
| title = The Gods: Council Quick-Reference
| lochint= Found in Statehelm
| category= Misc
| area= [[Statehelm]]
| visibility= Hidden Until Found
}}
[[The Sun Sets on Sachetar]] is a [[Lorebook]] and work-in-progress poem written by an avatar of [[Fenna]] in [[Statehelm]].
== Content ==
The sun sets on Sachetar. The grass is suddenly covered in dew and somehow you can't remember the heat at all, looking up at the stars and shivering.
I am a god and I do not know what is past those stars. I long to know.
Death hunted me from my birth, same as for a mortal. I avoided thinking about it. Focused on my art. But death found me and opened its mouth of nothingness.
I was afraid, but then my fear was consumed. My outrage and my sensibilities. My name.
What was left: the sun sets on Povus. The will o wisps emerge from the rot and begin to twirl, cruel but dazzling. Then the sun rises, the blaze of warmth, and the blistered sky is home to circling hawks.
The smell of the flower fields in Rahu. Gone now, but I keep them. I am their beauty in the minds of the old.
The halls of Kamen-ta. The spires in the dusk, guiding the weary aktaari home.
Death could not stomach all the beauty in this world. Death had no idea the beauty.
---
"There's beauty, too, in death," I murmur, but it is stolen. There's beauty in grace, in courage. And Death, the great thief, clutches it to his breast.
Death, the grifter, speaks in shaky awestruck words of renewal and hope.
Death has always been here and cannot imagine being gone.
---
The sun sets again. It is enough to right the wrongs of the world for a few minutes, the breeze cool on your skin.
- Fenna.
== Related Lore ==
; [[Fenna]]
; [[Vol]]
[[Category:Lorebook]][[Category:Register of Lore]]
{{Lorebooks infobox
| title = The Gods: Council Quick-Reference
| lochint= Found in Statehelm
| category= Misc
| area= [[Statehelm]]
| visibility= Hidden Until Found
}}
[[The Sun Sets on Sachetar]] is a [[Lorebook]] and work-in-progress poem written by an avatar of [[Fenna]] in [[Statehelm]].
== Content ==
The sun sets on Sachetar. The grass is suddenly covered in dew and somehow you can't remember the heat at all, looking up at the stars and shivering.
I am a god and I do not know what is past those stars. I long to know.
Death hunted me from my birth, same as for a mortal. I avoided thinking about it. Focused on my art. But death found me and opened its mouth of nothingness.
I was afraid, but then my fear was consumed. My outrage and my sensibilities. My name.
What was left: the sun sets on Povus. The will o wisps emerge from the rot and begin to twirl, cruel but dazzling. Then the sun rises, the blaze of warmth, and the blistered sky is home to circling hawks.
The smell of the flower fields in Rahu. Gone now, but I keep them. I am their beauty in the minds of the old.
The halls of Kamen-ta. The spires in the dusk, guiding the weary aktaari home.
Death could not stomach all the beauty in this world. Death had no idea the beauty.
---
"There's beauty, too, in death," I murmur, but it is stolen. There's beauty in grace, in courage. And Death, the great thief, clutches it to his breast.
Death, the grifter, speaks in shaky awestruck words of renewal and hope.
Death has always been here and cannot imagine being gone.
---
The sun sets again. It is enough to right the wrongs of the world for a few minutes, the breeze cool on your skin.
- Fenna.
== Related Lore ==
; [[Fenna]]
; [[Vol]]
[[Category:Lorebook]][[Category:Register of Lore]]