Many years ago she sealed herself away, leaving only one small window through which she whispers to her faithful, her sayings echoing in the painted alleyway, the words of gods you can see only in the dark and only hear in the silence.
She does not know there is no one left to listen. It might break her if she did, if she is not already broken.
This is for Three Line Tales 233. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Miguel Bruna for providing the prompt photo!
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