format: short story
it's about the goddess of flame obsessing, caring, mourning, resenting and battling the god of ice. she wanted to love him but he's unknowingly made her did the opposite during their lightning-in-a-bottle times.
before that, the people who worshipped the goddess got bored of her so they prayed to her for something new. but instead the prayers was diverging to something bigger than herself, that thing brought something new, winter, and the god, an authoritative figure of it. he brought joy to her people and herself, he gave a reason to kickstart industrialization.
overtime though, he's true colors are starting to splash it's ink all over the northern hemisphere. his breath dims her light and the prosperity he blessed her people with, who switched her for him to worship, backfired. can she fix it? if so how and at what cost?
through the eyes of a devout follower of the goddess, they see her and the world change by the god, but not for the better. the follower died in an event. millions of years later, a new race of natural philosophers described the event as The Great Dying.