by Rexitup
In a world bound by rules no one dares to question, there exists a silence older than time itself. A forgotten presence. A god... erased not by death, but by memory. No temples remain. No prayers echo. No name is spoken. And yet-it still watches. Hidden beyond the edge of reality, this forsaken entity lingers, its existence fractured, its face lost beneath layers of distortion. It does not seek worship. It does not seek revenge. It seeks remembrance. As the boundaries of the world begin to weaken, strange distortions spread-whispers in empty spaces, shadows that move without light, and thoughts that do not belong to those who think them. Somewhere, someone has begun to notice. And that is enough. Because in a world where reality is shaped by perception... To be remembered- is to return. "Even gods can be forgotten... but never erased."
