Cerulean Cape a world within a world

"It could be," Esma agreed. "But I think that the god the offerings were meant for no longer lives there," she went on, suddenly inspired by a particular thought. "I think that a god does not live, where it is no longer worshipped or believed in. If my mother stopped to bring offerings to the altars they would be just like anything else. A tree. A rock. A pond. Or a cave," she said. 

"I think that you do not go to places to find god. I think... that you have to find it within yourself first," she finished and fell silent, because this was an entirely new realization to her. A summary of, why - up until now - she had not found the god she had set out to find it.