Ester
The Myrtle of the Land
Ester stepped into the empty bar, Not quite empty- and moved to the memorial's tables. With a quiet breath, Ester placed a Lily upon an open space, and closed her eyes. Not in prayer to any god, but as a show of respect. Mother, I pray you've found peace, as always. Wiping an escaped tear, Ester looked towards the bar to find a single soul, seemingly lost to age, quietly shaking as though they were crying. With a similar frown, Ester found herself a seat beside him, "Those lost no longer feel the same strife as the living do," she said, as she placed gently placed a hand upon the man's back."We carry on their dreams, as we live."
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