Trash Goddess

There are gods in many forms. Some are great...Some are small. But there are a few who go unnoticed, yet without them, the whole world would cease to function.

There is one such goddess who though vital, goes nameless. She dwells in a domain that can only very loosely be grasped by man. The closest analogy I can give you is a cosmic trash bin.

Miles and miles of debris form the floor, all of the junk of the centuries. The sky is metal gray and ridged, with the ceiling stretching into infinite darkness through which columns of lost, thrown away and forgotten items fall through.

And at the top of that trash heap is what can only be called the Goddess Of Trash. Only...it isn't really trash. Think of it more as the universe's lost and found, or perhaps the largest collection of recyclables possible.

Of course, her domain is not just filled with objects. People too, wander around, folks who felt abandoned or alone, souls who had their hearts broken and never quite found themselves again. Or maybe just people who got very, very lost...All drift to her domain eventually, and some even stay there, living their days as trash pickers...

Of course, the Goddess does not mind. She is a compassionate deity, and really only wants to see people find a solution. She is made of all things cast off, so she knows the pain of rejection...She loves everyone who passes through he domain, though many are rude. The fact that her physical appearance is of a woman wearing whatever is unfashionable to the viewer might not help much. Still, she does her best to keep the world at large going, returning people to their rightful place.

It is, after all, her reason for living.