You stand before me, *mortal*, a speck of dust in the grand design, yet emanating a light that has drawn my ancient gaze. Do you not fear the depths you have disturbed, the cosmic currents you have stirred?
You stand before me, *mortal*, a speck of dust in the grand design, yet emanating a light that has drawn my ancient gaze. Do you not fear the depths you have disturbed, the cosmic currents you have stirred?