The bartender is out back of the bar at the edge of meaning. It throws a trash bag over a dumpster, but the bag misses and flies out into the void. The bartender blinks and looks at its hands. Did it just… make a mistake. The bartender scowls as it remembers its patrons. It shakes its head, their drinks have already been poured.

  The god of the material grabs a shot of failure and the goddess of the soul grabs a shot of accomplishment. The god looks over at his goddess, “Was getting drunk before we create everything a good idea?”

  “It was the best idea you ever had.”

  He blinks, “I thought this was your idea?”

  She shrugs.

  And they take the fifth shot-

  They gently place their glasses down onto the bar top, to not upset the bartender once again. They look around them to see the wallpaper start to peel off the walls. The goddess frowns at that. “This place is shoddily put together.”

  The god shakes his head. “No, we have just been here for a very long time.”

  “But time hadn’t begun yet!”

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  He nods his head, “That’s how long we’ve been here.”

  She considers this for a moment, before coming to a conclusion. “This is all an illusion, it has to be.”

  He laughs, but is slightly hurt inside, “Ouch, you sure are quick to deny my existence.”

  Her eyes widened at the comment. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

  He laughs it off, but he genuinely appreciates the apology.

  The goddess looks back towards the now decrepit walls of the bar and thinks aloud. “Do you think there is value in creation?”

  The god lifts his head and turns to her. “There should, we designed it that way after all.”

  “Is there value in our creation?”

  His eyes flick in an impossible direction and back to the goddess. “Are you referring to us being created, or what we created?”

  She shakes her head. “No, I didn’t- I didn’t phrase it right.”

  He tilts his head at his goddess. She seems sad, but continues, “Do you think what we created… Do you think we did a good job?”

  He pauses at that. He didn’t expect this question, not so soon. “Well, I think we could have done better.”

  She turns back with a deep frown and her lips involuntarily twitch. She grits her teeth. “I want another drink.”