It wasn't an idea that came to fruition overnight: it was one that Chibi Almary had considered for a long time, how to do it, where to go, and if he really should. But eventually, after months of thinking it over, months of planning it out and trying to decide if he really wanted to try and do something like this (yes, he did, or he wouldn't have considered it in the first place!), he was finally here, ready to... try, at least. Maybe nothing would come of it - maybe nothing could come of it, but it didn't feel right to just leave an entire world a mostly-dead husk just because he was scared.

So here he was, setting foot on the world he drew his name and power from, with a bottle of water in his hands and a dumb idea in his head. When he first thought of this idea, Almary had had no idea where to go, but he remembered from science class about were rivers came from, and thought maybe, if he found the place the big river with the dead city started, that might be a good place to do what he had been planning on. So as time had gone on, he explored that riverbed a little at a time, and just a few weeks ago he found the place he actually needed to be: a little tried up track of a thing, with a pile of well-worn rocks that looked like they might have had water bubbling up from beneath them.

It was, he told himself again, a dumb idea. Bottled water couldn't do anything, even if it was - as the bottle so helpfully proclaimed, 100% purified drinking water - but... even so. Remembering was just as important, right? And there had been so many people here, once upon a time. He'd seen that, he knew it the way he knew his own name. People who should be remembered in some way, even if he could never hope to know who they were or what they believed or... anything. They had been here, and so they deserved for someone to acknowledge that.

Kneeling beside the rocks and nibbling his lip anxiously, Chibi Almary frowned and uncapped the bottle. "I don't... know if I should be silent, or say something specific, or anything," he said, and couldn't be sure if he was talking to himself or to the ghosts long-gone. "And I don't know anything about what this place was like. But... I know it was home, I guess? It was alive, and important, and some piece of it still is, since I'm here. So - since I'm still here, I'm going to make sure at least that piece keeps going, and I won't forget. I promise."

It was silly, he thought, silly and maybe kind of dumb, but also worth it. and Almary poured the contents of the water bottle over the rocks, brown eyes serious and focused as he watched the liquid drip over the stones and into the gaps between them. He stayed until the bottle was empty, until it was all soaked in somewhere he couldn't see, and then he stood and capped the empty bottle, feeling as though he'd just done something very important without quite knowing how.

Maybe this was silly and dumb, but... but he knew he'd done something he needed to do. Something that should have been done a long, long time ago, probably - but it was better late than never, and it had been done. Maybe now the ghosts in this place (or at least the ghosts in his own mind, the ones that haunted him on occasion when he thought about it too hard) could rest a little bit easier. This was something he had needed to do in order to ease his own mind, Almary knew, and he'd definitely done that. He even felt a little - well, good about himself for once!

And that was a pretty cool thing to feel.

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