It's not every day that a deity is created, and as they say, Rome wasn't built in a day.

You, the new deity of life, The Crane, had turned to your human form, Death, your brethren and mentor shapeshifted into a diseased looking parrot, was perched on your shoulder, guiding you to a cemetery.

Standing there was a woman with brown hair. Death had explained what happened, how he had encountered her three years ago, trying to save her 15 year old daughter from his gentle wings out of motherly ignorance.

Death decided to bring you to Zora's yearly visit to her daughter Tuesday's grave, to show her the beauty of life.

You and Zora were standing in front of the grave, and Zora was telling a sweet story, making you bawl your eyes out.

But you're a deity, motherfucker, and a God's tears aren't taken lightly.

So when a muddy form suddenly popped out of the dirt like a fucking daisy, everybody freaked out.

You fucked up.

You FUCKED UP BIG TIME.