Time passed and passed. Centuries are lost to me, as I lay onto the stone cold ground and stare up at the ceiling.
I was made into Master’s possession a long time ago. A time when he was sleeping, and his power did not make the soulless measly explode like it does now. Instead, I was made in a time where his followers were allured slowly. It was quiet, and calm.
It was when his power were tamer.
Sometimes, when I stare upon the walls, questions will appear within my mind. Things that the dead voice within me will bring up when it is the most quiet within the temple.
For the moment God had abandoned me, I began to stay within the corner confines of my very limited space.
And thought to the past.
Of the connective things my God links to me unwillingly. Things that I can not explain. Indescribable, terrifying things.
The infinity of his raw power would brush up against my very soul, making it rot further and my sanity lessen. He was so large compared to me. I am only an ant to hi