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I forgot my name today. Poof, gone. I don't think it's just me either. Everyone has forgotten. Like I never had a name to begin with.
It'll happen to all the other gods eventually. The worship dries up, like a failing well.
Keep dipping the bucket, down, down, down. Then one day you pull up sand. Bone dry.
Then you remember what it was like to have that worship. The thirst makes you forget. You lose yourself. Again. Again. You lose yourself to dry wells.
I forgot my name today.