"When old gods die, new ones have to be created. They call it the prognosticator, this giant thing tucked inside some unknown place. Because of the secrecy involved in and around the entire thing nobody really knows who made it. It just is, this marvel of science, so complicated and utterly incomprehensible to the common goer.
Few are granted audience to it, otherwise it simply remains inside the room that would be better described as a hall carved into rock, listening to the slow hum and flow. When seeing it one may forget altogether about the mechanical and engineered components swarming around it. Becoming overcome with such awe, magnificence and inferiority that one may even think that they are standing before a God."