A Lesser Gods Text
The strings are wrung. Nebulaic superfluid ebbed from the threads, transpiring sublimation dissipating into ether. The glimmer of coincidence remained for a few, flittering seconds before following into effervescence. All the effort they applied to their little routines coalesced into a miracle, imbued with care and attention. The mass of their focus is dense enough to gather karmatic connection and stimulate a flowering Truth. The epicenter then drinks from this flower, and bears fruit. Thus, a Lesser God is born.
This was more of a fleeting idea than an inspired story. I just jammed this thing full of vocabulary words I knew to try and create the image I saw in my head. I may have created a couple words? Not sure. Hope you like it lol
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