Fics like a distant lullaby underneath the shattered sky

Death, in itself, is nothing; but we fear, to be we know not what, we know not where. Even the gods are afraid of death, afraid of disappearing, of becoming void. Time passes. Gods gain importance, gods lose it. Gods gain power, gods lose it. Gods arise and gods disappear. Or: San is the god of poetry. Over the years, his art is more and more forgotten, which makes him weaker and weaker. One day he meets Yeosang, a young farmer's son who would rather have a book in front of his nose every hour of the day than get his hands dirty working in the fields. San is intrigued and it is not long before he is drawn to the gentle young man, who values San's form of art more than anyone else ever has. But what happens when a god falls in love with a human? And what happens when someone San has pushed away reappears on the scene? What happens when a god senses that his end is near?

Fics like a distant lullaby underneath the shattered sky

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