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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nazhkandrias" data-source="post: 3605447" data-attributes="member: 50521">As Pluvos rests and the echo of his cry leaves the sky, a radiance shines from above. Intrigued, Pluvos rises from his seas, and turns to face the light. A powerful, yet kind voice seemingly issues from the stars above, proclaiming itself as the Empyrean, and Pluvos scans the sky, searching for the voice's source. After a moment, Pluvos gives up his search, and accepts the light as the speaker."You are the creator of this place, this wonderful world? That is quite the claim you make. And yet, I sense that there is truth in your words." Pluvos relaxes, and the tension leaves his voice and body. "If you are Creator of all that I see before me, then surely you created me, as well. Why? Surely you, with the power to shape this place, could manage the seas and the rivers yourself? Why bring me into existence? Are there others such as I? Are there others such as you? I have so many questions, Creator, and so few answers that satisfy them!" Pluvos continues to look to the sky, anxiously awaiting a response.</blockquote>