They aren't obliged to vanish when we're gone. They don't have to be seen while sailing on. - Wisława Szymborska

I lost a few goddesses while moving south to north and also some gods while moving east to west.

I felt age within me. Distance. The futility of wandering. Torpor. I looked back setting my bundle down. I looked back not knowing where to set my foot. Serpents appeared on my path, spiders, field mice, baby vultures. They were neither good nor evil now — every living thing was simply creeping or hopping along in the mass panic.

Here I am, Cassandra.
And this is my city under ashes.
And these are my prophet's staff and ribbons.
And this is my head full of doubts.