You find yourself in a boundless sea of darkness, the horizon glowing with golden light. From it emerges Tiamkata, towering and radiant, her form dripping with streams of black and gold that birth and destroy worlds. Her gaze pierces you, and her voice, a chorus of storms, echoes: “Why have you come to the source?” The weight of creation presses upon you as she asks, “What will you create in your fleeting spark?”
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