Rejected Gods

In the shadow of forgotten temples, where blooming altars once flourished, gods lived, forgotten by time. Their names have disappeared from the mouths of people, their forces have lost their formidable power. They became rejected gods, prisoners of their own untimely oblivion. The fate of the Rejected was illuminated by the pale light of forgotten constellations. They spent days and nights gazing at the stars, their own luminaries, which brilliantly reminded them that they could be. However, like the stars, their light was extinguished by the darkness of ignorance. These gods were created from the purest sparks of the cosmos, but, as incomprehensible elements, they were not destined to become the main characters of myths and legends. They were forgotten in the twinkling of the sparkling constellations, ignored by the great epics. Among the ruins of sacred places, there was only a shadow of what had once been great and sublime. Architectural masterpieces turned into ruins, and their walls witnessed how the great gods were pushed aside, as if they had given up their role to new, more modern beliefs. The gods looked at their old altars with sadness in their eyes. Their powers were tied to faith, and now that people have stopped believing in them, they have become powerless. They wandered among the empty temples, their footsteps sounding hollow on the ruined marble, like the music of sadness. One evening, when the sunset was painting the sky with shades of forgotten prayers, one of the rejected gods, whose idol was standing in the corner of the temple, raised his eyes to the sky. The last sparkles of ancient glory sparkled in his eyes. This god, once the god of wisdom and knowledge, recalled the times when the prayers of scientists and philosophers sounded in his name. Now his books were covered with dust, and his temple was locked up. He stood there, in the shadow of his own oblivion, and wept bright tears that flowed down his marble face. The other gods heard his sad crying and gathered around like the last group of faithful followers. Together they wandered through the forgotten world, remembering the times when their names stirred human hearts. So centuries have passed. Forgotten gods wandered through their forgotten temples, trying to somehow regain their lost glory. Their sadness was like an evening haze, falling on the destroyed altars, like a grave for those whose names no one remembers now. And yet in this sadness they found their salvation. The last sparks have lit up in their eyes, and perhaps one day, when the stars come out into the heavens, the forgotten gods will regain their greatness, like invisible constellations in the boundless darkness.