The goddess stood in the sacred temple, where the people worshipped her. They offered her gifts and prayers, happy to see her smile, welcomed by her outstretched arms. Her welfare took priority above all things. The people were happy, believing she loved them, for she was their goddess. "We are hers, and she is ours," they said. Even when times grew hard, and bringing gifts for the goddess meant going hungry for a day, no one complained. Her beautiful face and open embrace proved forever that she loved them.
But in the end she was made of nothing more than ice and glass. After millenia had passed, and all the people were dead she stood still, alone and unaffected. Not one tear dropped from her cold eyes.
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