Worship God [Narcissus]

[Ancient overhead w, main text OE, micro group portrait, don't worry, I won't abuse you] Is it possible to survive in a desperate situation? With no way to retreat, the young man climbed up the steps and knelt down to worship the gods. "Don't look up." The old man on the mountainside told him. The mountain temple is quiet and deserted. There were no flowers, no fruits, no stove, no incense on the altar. He bowed his head and saw the nameless god he was worshiping. He was stunned for a long time. A person who looked exactly like him walked out from behind the sculpture and squatted in front of him with a smile. "Worship me. I will not save sentient beings, but I will save you." The sea of suffering is boundless, but God can only cross one person. —— Du Hai × Zhou —— PS: I don't know much about the punishments of official positions in ancient times, so I basically made it up. Just... You can guess the function by looking at the name... If you don't mind, don't enter. Old saying: I like to write about emotions, but I don't like to write about plot. I think it's actually all shi, but it's sweet. (That's not what you're talking about, shut up) Intention: People can cross by themselves