🫧 A very long time ago, there used to live a sea god. They were a widespread god, constantly being worshipped and blessed by humans and creatures alike. But then the god had disappeared, along with their teachings; leading to the followers slowing down and eventually stopping.

Asherah was a quiet person, although he wasn't technically a person. He usually hid in sea caves, not really going out.

He looked around, his eyes once again catching the large statue of himself, now worn down and looking like it was about to break in half. Asherah was too young and unknowing nine-thousand years ago. He didn't think his followers would all disappear once he stopped teaching and giving them gifts of the sea. Humans were greedy creatures, weren't they?