They journeyed to the cave and shed their clothes on the way. They warmed each others blood, honored the day and dying sun. She missed him most at night. She missed keeping warmth and light in the cold of the desert night. She missed their ritual when she kept the fire. They were the Gods favored fire and heated the night like the moon desires but it calls for the blood of two and when he left all hope was through. We know because she stayed and felt the fire in her blood fade. She missed him most at night, when it’s cold outside.
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