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You were left alone in that dismal cellar, your twin brother's words echoing relentlessly in your mind, and you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sadness engulfing your very being.
The weight of his disappointment was like a heavy chain, dragging you down to your knees.
You had always compared yourself to him, constantly striving to emulate his perfection.
To be as unfeeling and detached as he was.
But now, those very traits you had embraced felt like shackles, binding you to a life devoid of the very experiences you so desperately craved.
Tears streamed down your cheeks, and you couldn't stop them, your lips trembling with the intensity of your emotions.
The words he had drilled into you,
'A God doesn't need emotions, as they are perfect.'
Were etched into your memory, but they felt like a cruel mockery now.
You wanted to understand what the newer Gods did, to build nations, to have devoted followers.
Why should this desire be considered a sin for you alone?
It felt unjust, a punishment for a longing you couldn't quell.
You slammed your fists on the ground in a moment of heart-wrenching despair, screaming until your voice gave out, the echoes of your anguish reverberating through the dismal cellar.
Tears flowed uncontrollably down your face as you sobbed, feeling the crushing weight of the universe's cruelty bearing down on you.
It was all so terribly unfair, and it had been from the very beginning.
Raising your gaze to the murky ceiling of the cellar, your voice quivered as you choked out your deepest desire,
"I want to live how I want..."
But deep down, you knew the impossibility of it all.
You were bound to be a God, shackled by the chains of immortality, condemned to a fate you had come to despise.
Biting your lips in frustration and anger, you stared down at the cold, unforgiving ground.
