The boy stayed on the ground, the unseen force pinning him down. The cold stone beneath his forehead seemed to sap its chill biting into his skin. strength,
The silence stretched endlessly, wrapping around him like a suffocating shroud.
Finally, he summoned the courage to speak.
"Forgive me, great lord," he murmured, barely louder than a whisper. "Forgive me for disturbing your slumber."
The boy swallowed hard, his throat dry and scratchy, but he continued.
"I am your humble servant, just a simple villager. My people, we honor you. Every prayer, every offering we've made, has been towards you."
His words echoed faintly in the vast space, unanswered. He clenched his fists against the floor, frustration tightening his chest. He hadn't come this far to leave empty-handed.
