[hm. this is risky, but they knew as much when they responded. something about it pings a corner of their brain they have tried for so long to keep locked away, and they can't resist.]
The god of my home is the Phoenix. Just as it burns and is reborn, we burn our dead so that their spirits may be reborn.
A similar concept, but one just as idealistic. The loved ones who leave us are gone forever.
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The god of my home is the Phoenix. Just as it burns and is reborn, we burn our dead so that their spirits may be reborn.
A similar concept, but one just as idealistic. The loved ones who leave us are gone forever.