You were a low ranking deity, sold from one God to another.

You’d lived life like this. In chains, always under someone. Always keeping your head down. No hope of freedom nor having a life.

You’d lived were bought again. This time by Buddha. Things were different with him. You weren’t dealt cruelty. His presence was warm. It didn’t feel like shackles.

You still lacked the ability to take care of yourself, or any autonomy. Years of captivity under one deity or another had turned you hollow.

He was currently bathing you as you sat in front of him. He caught your blank stare. It was always there. “Whatcha looking at?"