[I dreamed of a wasteland]
[A group of desperate creatures danced a ritual for me]
[The roots of the world were used as fuel for a bonfire]
[The corpses of gods were offered up as tribute in prayer]
[Giants bowed their heads, and elves offered dances]
[Dragons pulled carriages, and the first shoots of order emerged]
[Human priests prayed to me, calling upon my honored name]
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[I answered]
[They continued to pray that I would not destroy this shattered world]
[I replied that this was not destruction, but rebirth]
[They wept]
[I said nothing]
[The calls grew louder and louder]
[It was time to wake up]
“Wretched blasphemer! As a false god, did you foresee your future judgment at the hands of the gods?”
“No. I foresaw order bowing before me, and the gods losing their heads.”
“And I have never blasphemed. I am no god, you are no gods, and there have never been any gods in this world.”
“By the way... I’m Ivan, heir to the will of Ymir: Ivan Seklifasta.”
