Young Juvid grapples with the apparent pacifism of the Christians going to martyrdom. Understanding only dawns in the sands of the arena.
He had reached the End of the world… and even come back from it. There he had expected to find monsters with torturous tentacles splayed on cliffs, or perhaps bleak beasts of shadow that filled the horizon with occult mists, or perhaps a spiralling hole into heaven’s emptiness. But he didn’t find that.
The greatest tragedy for a teacup is to be poured out. | A short story by that brings purpose to a teacup, and what happens they’re frustrated.