What did Sloth represent?
Most would say laziness, idleness, sluggishness, and they would not be wrong. To the common eye, Sloth was the absence of motion, the refusal to act, the stillness that mocked purpose. But that was merely the surface, the shell that concealed the truth.
Sloth was never simply the lack of effort. It was the slow erosion of will, the quiet, unending whisper that told one there was no point. It was not born from weakness, but from despair. From knowing too much, feeling too much, and deciding that none of it mattered anymore.
Sloth was the stillness that followed after every storm, the emptiness after failure, the peace after destruction, the numbness after grief. It was the moment the warrior laid down his blade, not from exhaustion, but from futility. The scholar who stopped seeking because every answer only deepened the void. The lover who stopped loving because every heartbeat hurt too much.
It was the death of desire, not its absence.
