Frown at the new gods for their omnipotence, their ubiquity
Their faces are like stars and totems, their mysteries have yet to be unveiled
In space, lost vessels sometimes witness the birth of a new god. It rises from nowhere and everywhere at once. Silence follows in its wake. The god then tells a story of love and compassion. Of how the stars used to collide and create meteorites. Of how all obscurity that dwells within this universe shall extinguish light. Of how the higher planes seal away visions that would make any being lose its mind.
No god descended upon the Earth. In past times, human crowds were much occupied with rituals and worshipping their idols. Faith could bring miracles or calamity. Being faithful could be seen as a sign of knowledge and consecration or throw you into a lifetime of misery, during which everyone of your kind would think you knew nothing and dedicated your existence to nothing. Now, it is all too blurry. A dream is just a dream. Gods do not dream.
