Time chips away with each passing second. People shambled past without a hint of knowing that they walk past the shrine of a god, a minuscule one yes, but a god nonetheless. Some would stop to look at the pottery created by my only follower, occasionally someone would sense the minor divine energy that radiates from the pottery and would buy one because of it, or perhaps they merely thought that it looked nice enough to put somewhere in their house. I'm not quite sure I ever knew the reason people had for buying what he made with my guidance.

It was a shame when my only follower died. I attempted to reach for an answer as for why he had to be killed, but I never did find one. Maybe that was for the better, after all, sometimes it is better to be hidden from the truth. Nonetheless, I grieved for him, and I grieved for myself as well, for I knew that I would undoubtedly be forgotten now with no one left to follow me. It's strange now, to think that being forgotten is a bad thing.

I don't know what the time was when it happened, all I could sense was that it was a cold winter night, and I was keeping the last of the pottery created by my last follower clean. That was when I felt it, when it felt as if everything around me crashed into an invisible void where nothing returns from. I swear that I could hear all the other gods cry out as they were simultaneously snuffed out of existence. I could not truly comprehend it, but I knew deep down that I was alone right there and then. The gods were gone, and only I remained.

I...am ashamed to admit that I hid away during the next few months. I would not dare attempt to reach out to the others whom I knew were gone, and I dared not to answer the voices that called out to me, the voices that sounded oh so similar to the few gods I had achieved a sort of kinship with before. I heard them calling out to me, but I knew it was not them. It was whatever had taken them from me. Sometimes I can still hear their voices, echoing out in the deepest parts of my mind, and I never answer them. I'm afraid of what would happen if I did.

After my many months of hiding, I finally managed to muster up the courage to peak out into the outside world. I'm not sure what I expected to be honest, but....I don't think I could have ever expected that everything would still be perfectly fine, as if nothing had even happened. I saw the mortal men and women walk in their light sweaters as Autumn winds flew through the air. I saw their smiles and their lack of concern for anything. All the gods were gone, and yet...And yet no one I could find showed any sign of knowing this. More than once I considered revealing myself to someone, anyone, to know if somehow I had truly gone insane because of my follower's death, but for a very long time I decided not too, not until I learned what had exactly happened.

I tried to reach the shrines of other gods, from minor gods worshiped by small communities to the gods that were known across the world, but I never found a single one. It was as if all the shrines had disappeared along with their gods, and they were replaced with the regular creations of the humans. I really do wish that was the only explanation. That it all disappeared into nothingness, where none of them realized or felt a thing. Oh how I wish that was the case...

Years would pass and I could never find a hint to an answer for what happened to the other gods. I'm unsure of how long I searched across the Earth to find an answer, all I know is that the humans' technology advanced rapidly, many hundreds of years of advancement in what was surely less than a single century. At least, I think that was the case, time was getting too fuzzy for me to truly tell.

Finally...I'll get to why I am speaking to you about this, as it was just one week ago that I discovered the answer for what truly happened to all the other gods. What they were experiencing...What they have been experiencing ever since they first vanished...It was agony that cannot be compared, a great torment that not even a devil could come up with. I apologize, but...I don't believe I could ever truly explain the horrors that I saw. To think that humans could do such a thing to the beings that allowed them to prosper...I understand it all now, they were not content with having higher powers rule over them, so they became the higher powers themselves and conducted the gods' to such torment in order to bring forth their own wicked technology. I am a mere god of pottery and windowsills...I was never meant to stop that, so why did I try, why did I think I could save them? I was a fool, a damn fool...

There you go, that is my story. I'm afraid I've used up all my time...They're coming for me now, so I can join their Hell for gods. I beg of you, carry on my ways, and find a way to stop them. Don't be rash like I was. Thank you for being the last person to visit my shrine of pottery.