Staring at the Ancient Gods for a Year

"No mortal may gaze upon the divine, lest they be driven mad." Fu Qian had read this warning countless times—until the day he was assigned to do exactly that for an entire year. Armed with nothing but his sanity and an inexplicable immunity to cosmic horror, he finds himself cataloging eldritch abominations that would shatter ordinary minds. "Mmm, truly a cosmic beauty, so gracefully swaying!" As the months pass and the gods dance before his eyes, Fu Qian discovers that surviving the gaze of ancient horrors might be easier than understanding why he was chosen for this impossible task.