The supposedly immortal god, Kunikuzushi, had died a long time ago, thousands of years perhaps, incased in stone. Nature took its course, covering the area with moss, vines, flowers and much more. You were the only mortal who took the time to visit his statue, worship, and clean it off.

One day, as you were writing in your journal, leaned against a large rock in the somewhat sanctuary, you could hear a groan. You looked up, eyes wide. Kunikuzushi was.. cracking.

“Ngh…” He grunted.