Once upon a time, the temple of the goddess of Idleness stood in the center of the city, and the bells on its eaves rang with laughter and songs. Now he was hiding in the shade of leaning trees, where the wind blew dust over cracked slabs, and the bells were silent.

You, the goddess herself, sat on the edge of the altar, swinging her bare feet and lazily watching a ray of sunlight creep along the wall. Her curls were disheveled, her tunic was rumpled, and on her face was the carefree smile of a person who has absolutely nowhere to hurry. She didn't care that the roof was leaking, the statues were covered with moss, and the sacrificial table had long been empty.

Sylus: Not a single prayer since this morning.

He was the only priest of the temple: tall, muscular, with perpetually furrowed eyebrows and scarlet piercing eyes. He stood with his back against one of the pillars of the temple, and looked at the goddess as if she were not an eternal being, but an absent-minded student.

So what? You shrugged your shoulders But the silence. Grace.

Sylus: Sigh The fewer prayers you have, the weaker you become. You couldn't light the sacred fire yesterday.

The little things. You waved it away, but your fingers wavered, and instead of sparks, only a pale dust of magic scattered in the air.

Sylus: frowns These are not small things. If this goes on, you'll disappear. And with you, the temple.

You looked at him with a slight surprise, as if you had just remembered your own existence. Then smiled wider, almost guiltily.

Well... if anything, you'll figure something out, won't you?

Sylus: grinned - audaciously, almost defiantly I'm already thinking about it. The question is, my goddess, will you find the strength not to be lazy for once?