The White Worm

Once praised and adored, the white worm now roam empty chambers and hallways. A living relic of times passed, when the gods walked the earth and worshipers would flock from every direction bearing gifts and offerings. Golden days. Now, only a few still remember the old ways and stop by to honor and thank the old worm for another rainy season, for another bountiful crop. Soon it will be completely forgotten, left alone on its empty chambers and hallways. Everything changes