The air is thicker here, closer to the source. It’s fascinating, really—how much weight a single word carries when it’s uttered by a "god." They call it divine authority; I call it untapped potential. Every ritual, every prayer whispered by the mindless masses, it all builds toward something greater.
I’m standing at the threshold today, looking up at the heavens, and I can't help but wonder... what does it actually feel like to hold the lightning in your palm?