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<span class="mu-i">Of course you remember before, your time since reemerging into the "old" world and eventual escape from it. The despair at finding an empty world, devoid of people... living ones at least. Only endless lands withering to the taint of death, the slow march of the risen dead in their seemingly aimless hunt, save for one thing; the living. Ruin after ruin, civilization after civilization, it took three winters of wandering the decaying husk of the mortal world before you found a living person. To the north and to the west from your desert homeland, as far as possible from the spread of the plague till you reached the ocean and could go no farther.
The last few, doomed holdouts of humanity, a broken collection of a few cities along the coast. Drowning under the flood of the very last alive desperately trying to escape, and the oncoming tide of the dead. All your time trapped in the underworld could not compare to the pain and suffering you felt, seeing and going among that miserable chaos. The utter lack of love or hope, you tried as you might to save what you could, but even for a living goddess there was no saving that. Dead piled in the streets, rampant disease and violence every which way, fire and destruction spreading, and those few innocents cowering together in fear as the world ended around them. The saddest part of all, that all that suffering was not out of evil, but simply desperation. People trying to just to survive, as every day there was less and less to survive on. Long past a sinking ship, or even a sinking lifeboat, only the drowning dragging each other down.
And so when you could do no more, what admirable good you did, you manage to gain passage on one of the very last ships departing. Leaving the doomed old world for the new, taking chances with the cruel sea rather than that nightmare behind. You remember watching from the ship, divine tears in your eyes as the world you knew gradually passed out of view, on fire in the horizon.</span>
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