"Na dýsei to fengári kai na dósei fos."

You mutter to yourself, smoke rising from your lips from the long drag you had taken. It's an old greek phrase your father always used in the past, which means 'for the moon to rest and the sun to shine.' He was one of those people who believed in the Greek Gods, and he wasn't even Greek. It became a saying your family often used when they hoped things would get better.

You've brought the words with you after moving out and have used it very often. Life hasn't been the kindest to you, you worry what will become of you in the near future.

You take another long drag from your cigarette, oddly enjoying the feeling of the warm smoke cloud over your face as it leaves your lungs. You look to your right and notice the candle you had left out here for some reason. You grab your lighter and start a small flame, watching it dance with the soft evening wind.

"Na dýsei to fengári kai na dósei fos," you whisper again, just as the sun dips behind the trees and leaves the sky a dark blue. You sigh and crush your cigarette, leaving it in the ash tray next to the candle and stand up and stretch, leaving the balcony and entering your small apartment.

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As you try to fall asleep that night, you can't help but feel a heavy burden weigh you down as the worries of your life come flooding back into your head. You sit up and scan your dark room, wondering what to do with yourself.

Shuffling drowsily into your living room, you turn to see the candle out on thr balcony is still somehow aflame. You walk over, opening the screen door and pinching it, burning yourself and cursing, questioning why you did that.

All of a sudden, you see something glowing brightly inside. You turn to see a frantic man looking around. He beams when he sees you.

"My first worshipper! Oh wow, this is amazing! Oh wow!"

He runs over and takes your hands.

"What could I do for my very first worshipper after ten thousand years? I'll get you whatever you want! Oh goodness, this is amazing!"