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I did not start writing this before today.
Chapter 1
The sun glistened in the moonlight, as weird as this seemed, Devidia did not seemed wavered by this sight anymore. The sun and moon shined faintly, as if partially shadowed by a tinted screen for several years already. Of course, the faintness of the light was accompanied by the lack of heat, and as the sun and moon set together, almost as if fixed next to each other, Devi became very inactive during the night.
She hid in an impressively deep burrow, naturally decorated by hanging tangles of greenish brown roots encroaching from a packed dark red soil wall. Her nest, being only home to her, was a simple pile of grass which dried itself out into the soil walls over time. There was a small pile of discarded poisonous spines off to the side, which also baffled Devi in how she had such an extended life time for a Nidorina. Further surprising her is how she physically and even mentally stayed in what could be noted as the prime of her life. Of course having no one to discuss such a thing with but the various species of small wildlife she has eaten, she discussed it to them without expecting any response from the recently dead.
Devi shifted around in the patch of grass, staring upwards at the two relatively faint deity ranked objects, hanging high in a straight line through the presumed northern and southern sky, almost perpendicular to the east in west, had Devi known about such concepts. As she looked up, she thought what she thought nearly every day in her recent lifetime.
“Am I the only sentient being in this accursed wilderness?”
She grunted disdainfully at the nearly unstoppable thought. Even more subconsciously thought that she was going to go mad, but that thought was quickly silenced by a much bigger one, “There isn’t anyone here to denote me mad…” She lowered her head down to tear another piece of the mouse she had shot down with one of her spines earlier. She continued to think to herself
“Had I been here so long that I never remembered my past, and yet supporting that is the knowledge I have of my race and yet…”
She stopped herself before she utterly confused herself again and rolled to her side. A new feeling has been creeping onto her for quite a while now. Since she had long ago stopped counting time, she assumed it has been arriving onto her for quite a while now. It was a feeling, empty and hollow, as if you missed something but whenever she had such a feeling, she could heavily see it as misdirected guilt. What had that feeling been? It teased at her stomach; it made her spines feel like they were recently hit against something really hard. It made her feel a deep chill of which she could not shiver to, and yet let out an outrageous burn which she could not doused. Lying on her side, she had a sudden realization of what it was. This feeling of extreme sadness and horror. The feeling she had for such an abysmal amount of time it felt like many eternities over. This very feeling she whispered out feebly in contrast to such a terrible discovery.
“Loneliness”
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