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And so she went. Gathering all those 'neath the waves, all those sands betwixt fingers, all the silt on the shore. Waiting, remembering. And in this river that had drowned so many she would see it. Even as ancients fell, and mortals rose, she had seen it. Hastily with sand, and silt, and ice in her hands, she would push back against it. But even she, who might be floes upon the water, could not push against it. The Falls at the end of the water.
She would not drown, not with so many left to be savedof her children now at her side. And so they left, in sorrow for those would take her place. Her Names beside her. And a guardian behind her. Resplendent in his singularity. That sand might still be gathered, even as the river fell beneath even itself.
She is gone now. Her followers with her. Yet more flock to her calls, some say echoes. Her Name knows better.
