New Day

The world turned. Years flowing into each other; the seasons flickering past -winter, spring, summer, fall- in the blink of an eye.

Garain had not paid attention to the world in a long time, not in many ages, for there were none now alive that remembered her. Pale and insubstantial, Garain ghosted in the world. Unable to leave the world, she was the Goddess of Nature. The peoples of the world now attributed nature to science; and when they stopped believing in her, she became a shade of her former self. Still her work continued, rain and sun alike came by her will, but she paid scant attention to it.

Garain floated far above the world. Watching as one day turned into another.