Lomael, once the ferryman of the Evernight, had long since stopped counting the millennia that had passed since ae had betrayed the God of Death. Ae had long since given up their furious struggle against the strings that the wounded god had bound aer with. Ae had long since ceased to think about the ancient years, as broken statues of the gods sank under the waves, and the ruins of countless civilizations settled into the seafloor, and lost souls choked the water – lonely and scared, for there was no Ferryman to lead them onward to the Evernight. Lomael had long since grown tired of grieving for who ae had once been, and tired of hoping for a day when Death would forgive aer… a day when the Ferryman would rise again from the long-sleeping waters. But Lomael knew Death well, and ae knew the god’s anger – deep-rooted and unending. There would be no forgiveness... not that ae deserved it. Lomael closed aer eyes and sank back into the sleep of the ocean, and again lost count of the millennia, and the dark water, and the waiting silence of a thousand dying stars.
