The Cold Moon Returns

She began as an innocent fairy from the mortal world, looking upon all creation with hope and optimism. As she saw the many faces of the world, the murky emotions of humanity gradually began to affect her. Her smile lost its purity, and from then on, a faint sorrow always seemed to veil her face. She grew as cold and heartless as those of the wicked sects, until nothing in the world seemed able to move her. Her heart was reduced to ashes, or so it seemed. But when she saw again the “immortal” she had first met, it was as if she had gained everything, and lost everything all at once.

Gods are heartless. The heartless become gods; those with hearts remain human.