And at the end of it all she laid on the cold, harsh ground, and she closed her eyes. They emerged from the fog, that heavy, opaque, suffocating darkness.
One by one the angels and goddesses came to her side.
Her exhausted temple rattled with each primal scream. They allowed their strength to flow in to her. The pulses of their hearts lit the rivers of fire with a golden glow.
For the first time. In all of her pain. In all of her solitude. In all of her numbness.
She opened her eyes and the warmth pierced her mind. She felt the pulse of strength and her bones pounded in sync. She heard their affirmations, and she started to believe them.