OKAY PICTURE THIS;
set the scene... You, are elsewhere. A lush landscape that feels abnormally still. There is only the sound of wind, and even then it is stale and otherwordly. The sky is covered in debris of rock formations and running water that is going nowhere. Greats swathes of earth and flora have been unrooted and stays suspended in air, held by nothing, but nothing is making it drop to the surface either. As colorful and bright as the scenery, the solitude can easily become unnerving as for the landscape being pure and untainted, there are no animals around either.
You are given an audience with an otherworldly entity. A deity of sorts. A creature of humanoid shape and is lavishing in it. Decked in gold and turquoise, an opulent godling who's existence is slowly be funnel away, it's personhood ripped from their clay-forged body and siphoned in is an omnipotent god that has no full sentience in of itself. But Dawa as of now, still remained, a minutia of Gods reside within them, and within thousands of hundred of thousands of years they will no longer be Dawa. they will be GODS, THE MYRIAD, ONE AND MANY. but right now, they are still mostly Dawa, off-kilter and struggling in their off world, no-contact with intelligent life for the past several hundred years. They are welcoming a strangle little man into their makeshift homestead that they are to sit in and wait for their very slow and extisentially harrowing demise. But despite that fact, they deity seemed rather chipper.
"I don't know of any 'hole'! Are you sure it was a hole? And not something else. It could have been a slip, which is like a little flap, so it open an closes! But it's not like a sphincter, it doesn't open and close like in a hole way but um...
like a flap on clothing! It's a little seam that came undone and sometimes you can see it and sometimes not. That sort of thing. I think you slipped in here! I'm not too worried about it then. You can slip right back through if you want..."
Dawa explains in gratuitous detail. They're big brown eyes blink owlishy at the stranger from elsewhere. There is an incessant sound of cattle mewing in the background. A yak is currently trying to come inside the humble diety's abode and this stranger in blocking it's path. The yak (who's name is Jinpa by the way) has started nudging the stickbug-esque weirdo in the doorway with his head and by extension, horns. Jinpa huffs.
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