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There is nothing to feel, no voice to hear, no eyes or lips or gentle hands to recognize. Beyond that endless sea of red spilling into a distant memory, there is nothing but the void.
The void stares endlessly into the space where her stars and galaxies and all forms of matter used to reside. Her God; the billions upon billions of stars forming and dying, the bright patterns scattered across the skies by constellations and supernovas; the infinite gravity that kept everything in orbit---and kept Mizi grounded---had torn her God apart.
Sua was her universe, but like all things, the universe would die one day. And when She did, She left behind a cold, lifeless void---her dearest witness.
Deicide had pried beauty from the void's cold hands.
The witness will only remember what She looked like for so long.