Birthday Cake for God.
"Maybe we should light up these torches, They're not fully here yet!" somebody shouts out high to a group of people, holding a torch of their own as they ran into some sort of cave.
They were in the middle of protesting before they were unfortunately shut off by the government, when they all came across this cave again, "this has happened for too long" another person shouts, grabbing another torch.
The Sun was creeping up on them, it barely had risen.
They circle this cave, lighting up the torches placed around in a circle, of exactly 11. In the center of this cave is a tent, nobody seems to know what's inside it, but they think it may be the way for Them to arrive.
They open up the tent, revealing 2 more torches, one smaller than the other and having 8 more points to fire. They reach out with their torches, lighting them up as fast as they can before the flames that surround them extinguish.
Long enough, they do.
It had been multiple years since that day, the group of people now live in a spacious living quarters, and the government seems to have changed to an infinitely better one.
They had received an odd package, 8 cakes.
When they opened the packages, all of the cakes had one single message, "Happy Birthday!" they all were plain white, the lack of decorations overwhelming than it should be calming.
As they investigated what could possibly be the meaning behind these cakes, someone⸺who had started lighting up the torches years ago⸺walks around the countertop where they all are. Before pausing at one cake, it was the same as the rest, but had an added thing,
"28/11" was written below the wish, "Look at what you've done" was written below it again.
The person was blue, they all looked out the window⸺The Sun, it was gone, replaced with their own man-made one. How did they not see that? or realise it in the slightest bit?
Did their wishes for Their arrival result in Their departure? What kind of game is this? What did we offer in out efforts to protest? The candles on the cake are all to similar to the torches they lit up together⸺What is this?! What is this!?!
They all go mad, realising they had offered a birthday cake to The Sun.