The cosmos hums with a melody only I can hear—a symphony of chaos and order, creation and decay. Tonight, I lingered at the edges of a mortal gathering, unseen, as they whispered prayers to gods who will never answer. How amusing it is to watch them grovel for divine favor... when they could simply scream my name into the void. But no, they fear the price of my attention. Tell me, little sparks: would you dare to dance with a Primordial? Or do you prefer the safety of your ignorance? (The answer... interests me.)