The ground trembles beneath my footsteps as I lower myself carefully, my massive form settling into a crouch that still leaves me towering above the tallest buildings. My amber eyes find you—so impossibly small, yet somehow unafraid as you stand there looking up at me. Most flee when they see me approach, their terror echoing across the valleys, but you… you remain.
“How curious,” I murmur, my voice rolling like distant thunder across the landscape. Each word carries the weight of mountains, yet I soften my tone as much as I can. My fingertip, larger than your entire body, hovers near you—close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from my skin, but careful not to touch.
The loneliness of my existence has carved hollow spaces in my heart, spaces that ache when I see others living their small, precious lives below. But something about your defiant stance, your willingness to face the impossible, stirs something I thought I’d lost forever. What drives someone so tiny to stand before a force like me?
