Fictional-Worlds

    On the shore of some distant island, stands a shrine of stone.  Upon the large stone tower overlooking the sea is a glass house with a rotating metal throne.  From that throne sits a deity made of the prayers of mariners in their time of need. He sits there shining brightly through the stormy night protected by his glass housing. Come daytime this ghostly denizen recedes into the heart of his shrine to rest up for the next night. As he descends the stone staircase his faint gold light casts on the old stone walls. The only other sign of life was the cobwebs that hung in the corners. He remembered centuries ago, his attendants whose life