Who will judge us, and by what measure?
We closed our eyes upon the living world and awoke to find ourselves standing in the presence of a powerful being, being both jackal and man. We do not fear him, but rather the great set of scales besides which he stands.
In one hand he carries a single feather, plucked from the wings of the goddess of truth.
He places that feather upon the scales, and then reaches out toward us, into us, and though we are not harmed, we see that he carries our heart in his easy grip.
This two he places upon the scales.
A heart weighed down with a lifetime of regrets, and a feather infused with the weight of justice.
The scales tip, one way or the other, and we are judged.
The taste of the coin lingers as the small boat finally comes to ground.
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