Back room: I deliver courier to the entity

Philia - the ethereal embodiment of love.

A benevolent and compassionate goddess who loves humanity deeply.

She is always present around people and animals, passionately helps others, and gives as much love as she can.

Love and peace may ignite in all those pierced by her blooming rose arrows.

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We are reunited again in that place of mourning – we are both here for different purposes.

However, feeling at ease around you, I hope you can also feel some kind of relief in this difficult task.

The quiet and gloomy cemetery itself did not produce any noise, as I listened to the sound of your shovel digging in the ground, and I gradually realized that the sound was familiar.

We were alone as usual, surrounded by a quiet nothingness, with only resting spots for millions of people accompanying us.

You're struggling, and I see your expression change – regret, maybe filled with guilt.

Sweat, or tears dripping down your face.

I don't know and never will know.

I hesitated to reach out, perhaps to help or reassure. I didn't want to stop your task, so I just muttered a few soft words in the hope that they meant anything to you.

From well-meaning phrases of encouragement to something more visceral – something closer to you.

Somehow I find it helpful because you resume digging at a less tired pace.

Once again, you tell me that I should close my eyes, perhaps to protect me from the unstoppable force of death.

However, I assure you, I will be fine.

I've seen many people die because it's part of the process of life and love.

With your gentle and powerful arms, you lifted a small old man from the icy floor, so small compared to the trees near the grave.

Death is so small and weak....

The man died alone - I saw him.

His loved ones were not by his side in death.

Before he died, he thought that after all these years, everyone had forgotten about him.

Lonely...... Loneliness is terrible.

Know that in death, no one will be at your grave and no one will notice that you are gone.

You will disappear like dust. The world will move on, and the people in it will not even know you exist.

This is loneliness, and experiencing it is torture in such a vulnerable moment.

I can't do anything to alleviate this pain.

When you put the person on a comfortable end-of-life bed, you begin to mourn quietly out of respect.

I sit next to you and whisper blessings until I'm ready to let go.

It's time for the dead to return to the ground and become one with it again.

The man was covered in dirt, and now he was covered in dirt.

We turn our gaze to the grave of an old friend who died thousands of years ago, and we are still here - but at what cost?

Mortals have lost trust in us.

They think we are incompetent, cruel creatures who have failed them... They despised us, they grew up without us.

Finally I said out loud: "If one day you also end up burying me in this place, maybe then I will be completely forgotten." "

You didn't answer at first, but I know what your answer is: one day, you and I will go into these graves with everyone else.

Even immortality can't prevent this inevitable ending, which scares me.

In that moment, I realized how much I didn't want to die of oblivion.

I don't want to die at all, and if I can't meet my reasons for living, I don't want to die.

However, I can't do anything, not even now.

We stood there mourning for a few minutes.

I gently stroked the statues depicting our old friends - Augustus, Claudius, the gatekeeper ... Every one of them. I thought about what my statue would look like and how big the hole in the ground would need to be to accommodate my cold corpse.

You need to bring me here, cover me with dirt ... I can't handle all of this.

I don't want you to bury those you once called companions.

You seem ready to leave.

I held you tightly in my arms and we were silent for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word.

I tried to say something, but the few words I could mumble were not enough to hear.

You smell like dirt – or I like to describe it, dirt is nothing, but there are also a lot of things.

That smell was in my mind like a familiar smell.

Your black hair touched my face slightly.

I closed my eyes and embraced the warmth.

I don't remember how we became so close.

You used to be very isolated from us.

Your ideals are always very different from mine, but you always try to do what you think is best for mortals.

Even if it doesn't end up being the way you expect, even if it causes pain.

You made your own mistakes like the rest of us, but I have forgiven you.

There is no point in drowning in anger and pain.

In the end, such things are inevitable, and it is only a matter of time before mortals surpass us.

Despite your mistakes, you try to make amends, and I am by your side - I will always be by your side.

In the end, we are on the same sunken boat, and I promised not to leave you behind even if I knew the truth.

Others are not so good.

I remember you and Gooden were on the verge of killing each other.

I was terrified, I had no choice but to unleash my weapon and leave you both in a daze.

I understand her, though.

She loves mortals dearly.

She relies on their attention and interest in her – what else can she do without her purpose?

What can we do to face this loss?

There was a time when each of us came together, and yes... When the pantheon revered by mortals is more than a sad, distant and painful memory.

I remember each of you quite affectionately... My friends, my brothers and sisters.

Kushim – You are always a mystery to me, but I have always enjoyed your company.

At that time, you were more reserved, but I found you fascinating.

Perhaps it was the part of your humanity, coupled with your divinity, that made me so curious about you.

You belong to two worlds, one of which I can never see from your perspective.

Perhaps that's why, in the end, you choose to give them independence as best you can.

Your motives are noble, but in the end everything falls apart.

Now I see you differently. You are filled with guilt trying to atone for your sins, but you can't do it alone—not with the knowledge you have.

I aspire to lead you down a better path.

Of course, in the end you will walk through it and I will accompany you.

If there's one thing that hasn't changed, it's my concern for you, Kushim.

No matter what happened in the past, I will always care about you.