>>5909632>>5909635>>5909643>>5909644It's hard. Impossibly hard. But you manage to reach the cessation point.
There was someone, someone who the mortals did not like. He was a mortal too. Someone the God of Life loved more than all other mortals.
This mortal was arrogant, mean, and selfish. This mortal felt entitled to life itself.
When it was time for this mortal to die, the other mortals wanted to make him suffer. They beat, stoned, whipped, and cut him for hours, at one point even cutting out his eye. Then, they brought him to a high place, where all the cold wind could get at him, and nailed him to a cross.
The mortal screamed at his attackers and begged the gods to let him continue to live. Eventually, his desperation turned to hatred, and he began cursing the gods, especially The God of Life.
Then a voice said something. Something that the other mortals could not hear. Something that got the tortured mortal's attention.
You were unable to hear what exactly the voice said, but for some reason, you were able to recall the way the mortal looked at the person who was speaking.
This look of... something you can't quite identify.
>Look at a timeline>Look further forward>Look farther back>Talk>Punish>Reward>Do something else 