The Clay Cult by Tom A

In the shining sun, the Clay Cult stand dormant, waiting for the darkness and the stillness of the night. They wait and wait for hours on end until the time is just right. 12 o'clock at night, while everyone is asleep, that is when they start their worshipping. They worship the almighty Terracotta, they pray that someday his people can walk among ours. That someday people will stop treating the Clay Cult as statues or just, clay. But there is a long way to go before that happens, a long way. I guess it is just a matter of time.