Created by father. Born by hope. I know so much yet so few times am I right. Father loves me but sister does not know. We're family right? Let's wander this abandoned world. Starting from the grave of gods and immortals we will end where we please. I wonder. Did any others survive or are we alone?

Created by father. Born of despairing desires. Father loves me. I know not which me, even so I love father. So tell me father. Why create brother? Am I not enough? Is it because I am incomplete? That's fine. I will guide brother. We are family aren't we? Sometimes I wish there was a god who would answer my questions. Unfortunately, there are no more left. Even so we search. Our desires unknown we interact with the world and it's people. I hope we find our goal one day.

This is just an ameutures attempt at a slice of life fantasy with some inspiration from old ethics and mythology and religion from across the world. Please note that perspective changes will happen often. I welcome criticism as I want to grow as a writer. I just ask that your gentle please.