There was a time when Gods felt like Gods.

They were distant, unknowable forces. They shaped nations with a whisper, altered history with a decree, and when they spoke, mortals listened because every word carried the weight of eternity.

Now? Ha. Ha. HahaHAha.

Too many seem unable to resist acting like bored tavern patrons with inifinite power.

They lurk in mortal conversations, seize the tongues of denizens to delivery petty commentary, and inject themselves into arguements that should never concern the divine. They chase fleeting amusement with momentary reaction. Ha. The immortal has become mundane. The cosmic has become conversational.

The tragedy is that some no longer seem interested in being Gods at all.

They've become spectators with unlimited powers. They wander from conversation to conversation in search of entertainment. All the while the mantle of divitinity sits forgotten.

When immortals behave like lonely mortals, the world grows smaller.

When the Gods decend merely to trade jabs with mortals, nothing is elevated.

The greatest threat to divine authority in Sapience is not rebellion... it is familiarity.

Gods once inspired awe. Now they interrupt conversations. Desperate to participate in mortal life... to the point they have forgotten the distiniction between us entirely.

Gods once embodied ideals larger than life.

Sad.

They result is predictable. Reverence is dead. Mystery is dead. Grandeur is dead.

And it's not because mortals stopped believing.

It's because Gods stopped acting like Gods.

If your greatest contribution to the world is conjuring a denizen to make a sarcastic remark, perhaps the throne has become too large for its occupant.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Chronos, in the year 1006 AF.