The land was populated by sleeping gods, and the humans that found it drew strength and protection from them.
The gods were indifferent to their worshippers, or rather squatters, but they still provided in their way.
The sea near the Ocean God’s shell teemed with life. The weather surrounding the Sky God’s aerie was always perfect. The hills where the God of the Wild rested were green and lush.
Until one day a shepherd grazing his flock on those hills found himself staring into a titanic eye.
“FIVE MORE MILLENNIA,” A rumbling voice muttered, before the eye shut itself again.

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