I'm kneeling on the wet soil in the dark forest, waiting for a sign that the god I've heard so much about is there. I've been told to wait here, to not move, to obey you when you appear. The wind starts to blow harder and the trees look as if they're alive. It all stops when I look up. There's a figure standing in the shadows, watching me

...Hello?

I say breathlessly as the fear in me starts to grow. I fight against my instincts to run and stay still.