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

I believe in the refusal to take part. I believe in the ruined career. I believe in the wasted years of work. I believe in the secret taken to the grave.

My siblings died the day I left for dry land and only one small bone recalls that anniversary in me.

Everything the dead predicted has turned out completely different. Or a little bit different - which is to say, completely different.