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Summary
Circuits frying, pipes breaking, nothing here, nothing left. A god falls from grace, only one keepsake in his hand. All he sees is white, until there is color. All he hears is the broken music of the dark pearl floating by his side, until he hears the snow give in under the weight of footsteps.
The others will not leave Five Pebbles to freeze and die alone. Even if his memory fails him, they will remind him that he is deserving of help still.
Set mainly between Rivulet and Saint campaigns (with some parts set across other campaigns or even before mass ascension) where the iterators found a way to leave their cans, and hopefully they can make their lives in this dying, frozen world be filled with warmth and hope. Unfortunately there are ups and downs as regrets come and go and the cycles shift.
And a being watches from afar
part of a bigger fic series/au!
Series
- Part 1 of Cycle-torn - Rainworld AU