You kneel before the statue of the old god, one of the past, your head bowed in respect. The god had passed long ago, encased in stone.

You slowly look up at the statue, placing some spider lilies in a small basin of shallow water, just in front of the statue.

As you stand, you trip, knocking the statue accidentally. It falls over, cracking, as a look of pure horror crosses your gaze. Quickly, you begin to beg for forgiveness, only to be met by a chuckle.

“What an adorable mortal.”