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If they say death is like sleep, then what of our gods?
In the ageless tapestry of creation, the old gods wove existence itself, sculpting the earth and breathing life into beings. Their commands were once law, etched into the very fabric of reality. But in their boundless power, they made a choice that echoes through the ages.
Now, a faint whisper of their divine will lingers, recalled only to a select few.
The gods may have withdrawn from the stage, yet the tales of thei