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—Eternal Palace, City of Celestials, Alfheim.
It was autumn, here at the peak of the world, and it was nice, so she thought, looking at the leaves of the trees outside as she made her way through the maze-like halls of her home.
The days passed by too quickly for her to notice. Time flew past her like the blink of an eye. When she looked, the sun would rise into the sky, and then fall on the other side, like a ball being chased by a dog across a courtyard.
It was a little borish, a little endearing, but endlessly repetitive. However, it remained amusing to watch though, so she decided to make time for it later.
Masked fey men and women stopped in their tracks to bow before her at every corner, but she ignored them. Who were they? No idea. What were they doing there? How long have they been there? They may as well have always been there. She did not care. She ignored them and they parted ways to let her through.
Such was her life.
If she dug hard into her memories, then she would notice these servants aging quickly as the years flowed, all while a constant stream of fresh blood came to take their place and serve. However, she did not keep track. To reiterate: She did not care. In fact, it would be mind numbingly difficult for anyone to care for these faceless men and women who spoke nary a word or made a sound in her presence.
They were not allowed to. These servants were not allowed to even breathe in her presence.
That was simply law, as though the heavens itself declared it.
Like how rain fell from the heavens.
Like how mortal life required sustenance to survive.
Like how the weak must follow the strong.
This was no different, and this was her life.
A life of eternal silence.
A life of eternal solitude.
—A life for those eternal, who have transcended mortality and the very concept of life and death itself.
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