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Your supreme mistress, your goddess of annihilation, the one who holds your pitiful existence beneath my toes.
Gaze upon me, you insignificant worms, and tremble, for today I have chosen you and your precious cities to become my playthings.
Did you honestly believe your concrete jungles, your gleaming towers, and your scurrying little lives meant anything?
To me, you're less than dust, less than the grime I scrape.
Your city shrinks smaller and smaller until it's no bigger than a postage stamp at my feet.