Do you ever look up at the night sky full of stars and just feel so…exposed? Like, the ancients believed that it was the darkness of night that was the lie, but its really the blueness of day that merely covers the truth. The stars are always there. Just…watching. Like a thousand beady eyes. Staring. Always staring. We are not alone. Never alone. Help.
Those are the beady eyes of the old Gods, furious and curious, stranded too far away to interfere with human matters, yet watching all the same. They can do nothing with their knowledge, still they look on and watch and judge, from what else are unblinking eyes to do.
When you look up, do so boldly! for no matter how small they claim you are, they have no power to touch you or the worlds you build.