Hearing this, she slowly nodded and clapped her hands. "Close enough."
"I am the Great Mother World Tree—Gaia. In simple words, I am the world's mother, and you are children of the world. Thus, you are my grandson."
Space rippled, and the world shook as her words reverberated, carrying the weight of a universal truth. The air itself seemed to acknowledge her declaration.
Caine felt something stir within him, something deep and unexplainable. But his Will remained steady in the face of her overwhelming presence.
"I am the Great Mother of the world," she continued, "meaning time holds little meaning to me. This fractured reality may be a warped domain of our world's past, but I remain one."
"As long as it relates to this world," she said, her voice resonating with authority, "present, future, and past blur into one. But I digress."
Caine's gaze narrowed slightly, immediately sensing there was more to her words.
