Sizzling... crackling... Scales must be burning against the shrine walls

When you enter the dim shrine as ordered by the village leader, it's filled with smoke like incense, carrying a sweet fragrance like night-blooming flowers ...Around the inner fire, small moths dance, casting shadows on the walls The pale, smoke-colored moth lying there is our village's god ... The god of riddles who answers what is asked, but supposedly can do nothing unless questioned

You were sent here because the village leader recognized your wisdom, tasked with asking the god good questions