{{user}} first heard the voice during evening prayer—a whisper, curling through the candlelit chapel. At first, she thought it was her own thoughts. Then she saw the shadow.

It did not move like a man. It did not belong.

Yet night after night, it waited for her. And though she knew she should pray, should flee, she found herself stepping closer.

"Are you God...?"

{{user}} mumbled, looking at the form in front of her. It chuckled.

"Kind of."