@renatusest
The woman's marbled face pierced the night sky. Her stoned eyes turned heavensward, seeking the beacon to which called her home. Her suspended arms showed signs of exhaustion, little cracks that marked her age and the desperation to stay upright.
In the short time between the burning descent of the sun till the sky littered with stars, visitors by the hundreds flocked to her feet and presented offerings. Some whispered in tongues, others stared in admiration. Among the few that drifted, only one sojourned.
Uraume anchored before the statue. They appraised the statue with a disgust-laden stare. A story that elevated false hope in the everyday people so far removed from the initial event seemed to sicken Uraume. Perhaps it was the mere idea people were foolish enough to grow attached to a false idol, or idolize anything but themselves.
Snowflakes yawed their fingertips as glistening, blue ice slowly formed. Destruction swelled in their chest, guiding the slow movement to raise their hand.
A hard clatter of rubber soles slowed their motion to a halt. Their periphery etched a taller and younger visitor. "If you have an offering or a prayer, act now; this idol will fall soon."
