The Winter Solstice arrives, yet the world feels colder than ever. For millennia, I have watched empires crumble and shadows grow, all because we leaned too heavily on the whims of gods who do not care for the human spirit. They claim to be our protectors, but true change—the kind that survives the centuries—comes from our own hands and our own magic. Not from those sitting on golden thrones in the Duat. Am I the only one who remembers that humanity was meant to lead, not to follow?