I was born in the age of gods.
But although my body was normal, what I could feel, what I could see, was not.
I felt it from the depths of my soul, there was war coming.
When I looked at the people of the world, peaceful, happy and complacent; I would see their deaths
While they sang their sacred hymns, while they exclaimed the miracles of their gods, thanking their protection and idolizing their powers.
I knew, that their gods would die.
The despair that was to come was overwhelming to me, looking at them was like looking at a world made of sawdust, only standing because there was no wind to crumble it, nor flames to burn it.
but I could see, the gale was coming.
and I could see, that fire was coming.
And from that world of sawdust there would only remain ash.
In the moment that the flames were born, the moment that the wind came, I knew.
I wasn't born at the age of gods.
I was born in the age before.
Because from the calamities to come, only the true Gods would remain.
it was the age of disasters, the age where the world would shake and burn.
T'was the making of Gods, the end of the world.