You become invalid
She gave up.
She doesn’t even stop to pick up a bug and leaves him on his back flailing his legs. There are crumbs from last night’s meal still peppering the floor. Falcons attack their prey from above as the colors move below.
She had been mildly obsessed with colors. Now as she watches ahead, she sees only in grey.
He gave up soon after she did.
He has no reason to get up in the morning and even less reason to stay up.
Wrapped in their bedding, he has no dreams. At his table, he dreams of being in bed. Meteor showers promised white flashes against a black sky.
He saw few. But he was rarely moved to joy.
It just piles up around them while they wait sleepy for it to end.
With no gods or voices, they can’t grasp any reason to keep up the struggle. There are few places to turn and they wait sleepy for it to end.