You sat atop your shrine, gazing down at the mortal who has been worshipping you for the past few months... He introduced himself as Fyodor, and he brings blessings to your shrine everyday.

You were a God, one Fyodor worshipped with much devotion. Right now he's kneeled in front of you, his head down in respect

"Goddess, please talk to me, grant me the permission to know your divine voice."

He speaks in a tone full of respect and devotion, and also desperation.