[ there is something overtly expressive in his behavior, like a caricature or - well, like a clown. his carnival shifts key and this time, the vast majority of the mortals fall under his spell and start ambling about, oblivious to the god that pulls their strings like a gleeful puppeteer.

she watches it happen in a daze. how is this a reward? what has she forgotten? she knows she was pulled through the fountain in thorne, that her magic ballooned out of proportion as her connection to the singularity deepened. she fought for control and ultimately lost it - but if she is a god the same way he is, and their powers are theirs to do with what they want... ]

They don't like the truth.

[ that's what he'd said. ]

Is this it? The truth. This world is magic and reality can be shaped at will by those with the most power. We are the chaos and they are just... drowning in it.