"I don't know," I said. "So many things I thought were true turned out not to be. And if those things are false, then how can anything be true?"
"I cannot help you," the boar-god said. "You have no enemies worth trampling, and I cannot remake the world into a shape you understand." He lowered his head. "All I can give you is one night of sleep. No dreams or demons will approach you. No doubts will yammer in your ear. You need not argue with old lovers inside your head, or tell yourself the stories you already know by heart."
"Thank you," I said.
"It is a small thing," said the boar-god, "but small things are the beginning of courage."
------- This started with me roughing out the sketch digitally for a painting, and then the sketch kept on going, and then I wound up fooling with the background grey, and then it was done and I said "Huh. Okay. That'll work."
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So, I came back and looked at this for the first time in ages. I remembered the story, but it felt good to read it again. I am having a bad night, and this makes it slightly better.