seasonsInanis, Lonely Goddess of Indulgence.
Season of everything.
Inanis, Lonely Goddess of Indulgence, could not stop thinking about a funeral procession she had once seen, a macabre parade accompanied by the strangest, most spine-chilling music, celebrating death. The image would not leave her. There had been dancing, and bizarre masks. The marchers themselves had been completely silent, and their silence had almost drowned out the music. But not entirely.
Inanis missed the beauty of it all. She inhaled the fumes from the fire, and looked out of the window, gazing deep into the depths of the universe. The stars were still moving