[ WP ] A minor deity sits alone on its patch of land , forgotten by humanity . It can only be perceived by those who believe in it . Occasionally , humans pass by and leave the deity ever ignored . One day , someone greets the deity .

I am the god of this 4x3 patch of dirt and grass, at the moment when the sun peeks over the horizon and sets the tiny shards of mica in the earth ablaze for a sharp, glittering second. At that moment, millennia ago, a child looked at this spot, and thought *I would give anything to stay here and watch this, forever. * 
 
 And I was born. From will and wish, I was born. Jagged, wavery-edged, and bound to this spot. My crooked talons claw at the dirt that birthed me, and all I can do is sit here and wail soundlessly. No one sees me, no one acknowledges the beauty of what I represent, and I just wither and starve, unable to pass on. 
 
 Every once in a while, I get a glance, some attuned individual out and about at the sunrise, at the knife-keen second I was born, and I am almost noticed. And I live for that. Those sour whispers of pseudo-worship, the modern human not realizing how easy it is to create a god, to sustain a god. A millisecond of appreciation for my burning beauty, enough to nourish me for a century. One man pausing and running his fingers through the sifted soil on my land, bringing the fresh loam to his face and breathing in the life-scent of his world, that kept me whole and sane for longer than modern language has existed. 
 
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 Today was special. Today I was seen. The leaves had fallen, leaving space for the sun to shine it's red light down onto my patch, lighting the tiny crystals in my earth shimmering, multicolored, beautiful. Godly. And a child kneeled on what I once called my shrine, and looked at my prone, weeping countenance, and asked me what was wrong. 
 
 And I took hold of that child with both hands, and I used her admiration to weave a wonderful story, a home for her, everything she could ever desire, and I kept her. I watched her mother sob and cry for her daughter, while I laughed and taught my new priestess to worship me.
