Flash Friday, week 51

The dead speak, though most choose not to hear. I stood among them in the silence of the dawn, but in truth, I heard them everywhere. They clamored for release, for a surcease of eternity. The living fear death and the dead fear the meaninglessness of forever. What was perfection but the absence of need?

I came to free them from their prison, to bring an end to that which does not end. I committed my life to the gods not for their elevation, but for the salvation of the dead. My fellow priests knew not of my purpose. They would not have chosen me for this position had they been aware. But there was no shame for them to bear – I had to deceive even the gods.

I could not pray for the power I needed, and nature herself cried out against me. But the words of the dead cannot be denied.

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