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| Porto |
Rumors, arguments, fights, battles, wars, deaths,
there was no end to it despite the goddesses’ whispers. They tried. No one
listened. The skies became filled with the stench of death. In the waters,
serpentines of blood convoluted defiantly. They would all be dead soon; the goddesses were
powerless. No one knew that would be their last war. The goddesses deemed the
world to be lost, men, women, and children, all died. The sounds of war ended.
Other lives began. Trees grew, rivers flowed blue and fresh, animals flourished.
Humans?
Never again.
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