They sat on opposite mountain peaks. An enormous silhouette was faded in the grey of the light mist. He sat, with His fist holding up His chin, in quiet contemplation. She on the other hand only grinned at what He was thinking.

‘I have made a mistake, my dear.’ He looked up towards Her. ‘The transformation would tip the natural balance of this world.’
‘Crush It.’
‘I cannot. It holds too much of my power. The effect would be catastrophic. We would have to start again.’
‘I have no trouble in a little destruction.’
‘That, I know of.’

It was Her way. Destruction. She welcomed His failure. An excuse to start over. To wipe clean the slate. She dreaded the day when He would perfect his craft. He continued, ‘It is too late anyway. There is heartbeat here and I cannot watch you take my life again.’ She rolled all of Her eyes.
‘So we leave It then. A gentle reminder.’
He looked upwards and spoke gently to the shade. They watched It turn and fade into the fog.