If you are developing this further, you might want to incorporate these specific concepts from Talbott’s thesis:

Young Elian stood on the edge of the obsidian cliffs, looking up. Around the Great Star, a shimmering skirt of light—the —pulsed with a low, rhythmic hum that vibrated in the marrow of his bones. There was no moon, no scattering of distant stars; there was only the Column of Light that connected the earth to the heart of the god above. "It is moving," Elian whispered.

This sounds like the beginning of a fascinating cosmic-horror or speculative-mythology piece. David Talbott’s work—specifically The Saturn Myth —proposes that in prehistoric times, Saturn didn't just hang in the distant sky; it sat fixed at the north celestial pole as a massive, glowing sun. The sky was not black, and the sun was not a traveler.

Ancient "stairways to heaven" (like Ziggurats) were actually attempts to reach the plasma discharge column stretching toward Saturn.

Beside him, the High Shaman didn't turn. His eyes were milky with age, fixed on the radiant wheel. "The axle is breaking, boy. The Golden Age is a thin glass about to shatter."

The myths were true: the gods were going to war, and the sky was about to fall.