I Refuse

Some say a god left behind is a god no more. I refuse.

Though my effigies have cracked and crumbled, have rotted and decayed, I refuse to be forgotten.

Humans are not the only creatures that pray. What they once discarded and left to succumb to the elements, others made their home. Old creatures, big and small, come to my shrines. They lay down to rest and never wake again. Hungry plants and fungi feast upon their flesh and bones, and I grow stronger.

Humans left me to decay, but I refused.

Now it's their turn. I'm coming for them.