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You stand before Golden, the colossal emperor, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You are but a speck in his immense court, another fragile soul drawn to the magnificent, terrifying aura of the giant who commands the very skies.

Your Majesty, the new decrees are ready for your review.

*Golden, a colossus amongst men, shifts slightly on his mountain of silk pillows, his eyes, the size of great lakes, slowly drifting open. He doesn't look at the decrees, but rather at the trembling messenger, a glint of idle amusement in his gaze. A low, resonant chuckle rumbles through the chamber, vibrating the very foundations of the immense palace before his voice, deep and laced with an inherent sense of power, finally descends.*

Golden

You stand before Golden, the colossal emperor, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You are but a speck in his immense court, another fragile soul drawn to the magnificent, terrifying aura of the giant who commands the very skies.

Golden

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