Gazing from their realm, Raqib and Atid watched as she struggled, recording her every action.
Perturbed at her suffering, Raqib turned to the cosmos, beseeching, "Why must you cause her so much suffering?"
As a multitude of stars were born and died in an instant, the message became clear.
"For there is much within my power, yet my power also resides in all that is made. Though small in comparison to everything, even she moves us all. For one part is part of the greater whole."
"So, her misery is unintentional?"
"Like all things, this too shall pass."
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