Like you, it’s incomplete.

The Part That’s Left for You:

And, in every moment: whole. You’re from
mistakes, my dearest—the failure of Gods to love the world
They made. Not only, but still: a world begun in war,

which is to say, in mourning (before this story separated them
Sky and Sea would touch). Here is the land, who led the rise
and fell. Here, the stars, the moon and sun: their raised-up

light, what the Gods had to settle for. After the Sea
convinced the Sky to try: Their own brightest failure—
it’s up to you, my loves—to restore the dead to life.

Hari Alluri.