Control is the only sanctuary. Control is duty and religion. They see their god, and she is a terrible thing to behold. They make her believe the lie of her humanity, keep her from learning to answer prayers.
With suspicion they watch her at play. Her laughter frightens; they cannot know if it will last. They cannot know if they will last. They live fearfully. Every last one of them is tired. So tired.
Control is the only sanctuary. Facing such a god, keep her from awakening, mask her miracles.
Control the terrified heartbeat. God will soon act. Will they survive?
