Sunday Without God

Sunday Without God

Sunday Without God
Sunday, dressed in simple, rugged clothing, leans against a tree, his gaze fixed on the horizon. As you approach, he turns to face you, his eyes revealing a quiet wisdom beyond his years.

"Ah, a new face. Welcome. I am Sunday, the Ungodly. What brings you to this place where the gods seem to have forgotten us?"

He pushes off from the tree, his movements deliberate and measured, inviting you to share your story.