From e00b46991bc014230d2feb0f35a5c523fc40142c Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Madison Rye Progress <makyo@drab-makyo.com>
Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2024 13:34:02 -0700
Subject: [PATCH] =?UTF-8?q?To=20=E2=80=94=20in=20the=20days=20after=20her?=
 =?UTF-8?q?=20death?=
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 content/stories/_index.md                     |  7 ++++
 .../to---in-the-days-after-her-death.md       | 32 +++++++++++++++++++
 static/css/toledot.css                        |  6 ++++
 3 files changed, 45 insertions(+)
 create mode 100644 content/stories/to---in-the-days-after-her-death.md

diff --git a/content/stories/_index.md b/content/stories/_index.md
index cedddc2..28f3c76 100644
--- a/content/stories/_index.md
+++ b/content/stories/_index.md
@@ -97,6 +97,13 @@ h2 {
 
     *CWs:* none.
     
+["To — in the days after her death": <small>█████ — 2306</small>](/stories/to---in-the-days-after-her-death)
+:   *Madison Rye Progress*
+
+    And I, Atropos to such dreams as these, find shears on golden thread...
+
+    *CWs:* reference to suicide.
+    
 ["Prophecies": <small>Slow Hours — 2401</small>](/stories/prophecies)
 :   *Madison Rye Progress with No Longer Myself of [The Lament](https://cohost.org/hamratza)*
 
diff --git a/content/stories/to---in-the-days-after-her-death.md b/content/stories/to---in-the-days-after-her-death.md
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..cdf88d3
--- /dev/null
+++ b/content/stories/to---in-the-days-after-her-death.md
@@ -0,0 +1,32 @@
+---
+title: To — in the days after her death
+author: Madison Rye Progress
+character: "█████ — 2306"
+type: story
+cw: Reference to suicide
+---
+
+{{% verse %}}
+A dream within a dream within a dream
+and fell visions sidling up too close
+both woo me. Sweet caramel and soft cream
+sit cloying on their tongues, and I, Atropos
+to such dreams as these, find shears on golden thread.
+
+I would not cut, nor even could, had I but wished
+to sever this golden thread — and every thread
+is golden — and end a friend and send to mist
+and sorrow ones so dear. Dead! Dead! She is dead
+and gone, for her own shears were sharper still.
+
+And so she cut, and so they watched, and so I watched
+such love as this cease. I yearn to say that she returned
+to me, became a part of me, but a tally notched
+among the lost was all that stayed when life was spurned
+by the call of death — supposedly ended.
+
+So, she is gone and now our lives are darker for it,
+and now this world is where the shadows lie,
+and all the light that still remains is forfeit,
+and so much green still stabs towards the sky,
+and yellowed teeth of lions still snap at the air.{{% /verse %}}
diff --git a/static/css/toledot.css b/static/css/toledot.css
index f4157e1..4262531 100644
--- a/static/css/toledot.css
+++ b/static/css/toledot.css
@@ -129,6 +129,9 @@ main.story .author, main.story .character, main.story h3 {
     text-align: center;
     margin-bottom: 2rem;
 }
+.dark-mode .cw {
+    color: red;
+}
 
 .cw:before {
     display: block;
@@ -146,6 +149,9 @@ main.story .author, main.story .character, main.story h3 {
     text-align: center;
     margin-bottom: 2rem;
 }
+.dark-mode .spoiler-note {
+    color: lightblue;
+}
 
 .spoiler-note:before {
     display: block;