Era of Narcissus

High atop Mount Olympus, the gods lounged in their golden thrones, bored out of their immortal minds.

“Where are our worshippers?” Zeus grumbled, peering down at Earth. “It’s been centuries since anyone built a temple in my name!”

Apollo sighed, adjusting his laurel crown. “No one prays to me for inspiration anymore. They just… quote AI-generated poetry.”

Even Aphrodite, the goddess of love herself, pouted. “Mortals don’t ask me for romance! They just swipe right and call it destiny.”

The gods gathered around the scrying pool and looked down at the mortal world.

They expected to see devoted worshippers kneeling before altars.
Instead, they saw millions of humans… staring at their own reflections.

💄 Mirror selfies.
📸 Filtered photos.
💪 Flexing in gym mirrors.
🤳 Live Streams where they just talked about… themselves.

Why pray to the gods when you can worship yourself?