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Let us meet never again ever! Shall we Absence!
Let us meet never again ever! Shall we Absence!
The god, a flicker of a smile playing on their lips, allowed the mortal's "mendacium" (lie) - the bargain for a worthy contest - to stand. For in that dance, a truth had been revealed: even gods could be surprised by the enduring power of a well-wielded "amor."
The god, a flicker of a smile playing on their lips, allowed the mortal's "mendacium" (lie) - the bargain for a worthy contest - to stand. For in that dance, a truth had been revealed: even gods could be surprised by the enduring power of a well-wielded "amor."
As the dance continued, bathed in both golden light and encroaching shadows, a realization dawned. The absence the god had anticipated in the wake of defeat was strangely absent.
As the dance continued, bathed in both golden light and encroaching shadows, a realization dawned. The absence the god had anticipated in the wake of defeat was strangely absent.
A strange sense of obligation washed over the god. The audacity of the mortal's choice demanded a response. Not of triumph, but of a grudging respect for the bargain struck.
A strange sense of obligation washed over the god. The audacity of the mortal's choice demanded a response. Not of triumph, but of a grudging respect for the bargain struck.
The god, initially amused, furrowed their brow. This "amor" wasn't the weapon they expected.
The god, initially amused, furrowed their brow. This "amor" wasn't the weapon they expected.