“People worshipped them as gods once,” said Ghrelin quietly. “I think of that whenever I make this voyage.” The great, glimmering skin of the Shroud loomed ahead. My body was slick with sweat, my mouth thick and heavy. “And I cannot blame them,” Ghrelin continued. “These giant, inexplicable things, thundering ashore, bringing so much death and strangeness with them. That’s what faith and the divine is, isn’t it? A line stretching from little beings like us, to the ineffable, the incomprehensible.”
