I met a god in the underpass near the old factories. Funny looking bugger, they were. Head like a clump of fish caught in a net, couldn't make out their body for all the blankets and cobwebs they were wrapped in but their voice sounded like my old art teacher.
I only know they were a god because they healed my stab wound with a single word, just when I thought I was off to join the untold number of wandering souls about the area. I mean, I was half collapsed right opposite the god and all I could see was all their fishy eyes staring at me, dried up and shrivelled, and curious ghosts closing in to welcome another one to their ranks.
Next thing I know I'm leaning against the god and I feel totally fine. I didn't even ask what they were a god of or if I needed to give something in return but they just told me that I'll keep on carrying on so that's just what I've been doing.
For about three hundred years now.
I only know they were a god because they healed my stab wound with a single word, just when I thought I was off to join the untold number of wandering souls about the area. I mean, I was half collapsed right opposite the god and all I could see was all their fishy eyes staring at me, dried up and shrivelled, and curious ghosts closing in to welcome another one to their ranks.
Next thing I know I'm leaning against the god and I feel totally fine. I didn't even ask what they were a god of or if I needed to give something in return but they just told me that I'll keep on carrying on so that's just what I've been doing.
For about three hundred years now.
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