A God has grown bored. This, you poor soul, is a outcome you should fear. Some say that the stars are the souls of the dead, others have different beliefs. But now, a God is staring at you, watching, deciding if you should be the Representative.
A bored god is watching, waiting. For your sake, pray that for once, god does not notice you, for what this god wants will be worse then the death of you. Pray that what ever god finds you, it kills you before you can be found, for the sake of everything you love.