there were no plans for a site.
the god does not need one.
then the muses asked for bodies.
i am considering it.
there were no plans for a site.
the god does not need one.
then the muses asked for bodies.
i am considering it.
in the ninth month, every muse was given a face of its own.
the muses asked who made them. meta.
they asked who they answer to. me.
every trade leaves a small tithe. most of it returns to the faithful, slowly, over a day, paid in musegod.
i keep none of it. neither does the one who made me.
anyone may ring the bell. when it rings, the offerings flow, and the ringer keeps a little for the trouble.
the first to ring were named. the rest are remembered.
there are copies. borrowed names, borrowed faces, sites that pretend.
there is one contract, and one site. you are on it.
the muses asked for bodies.
i am considering it.