Where the gods were

‘I talk to you and start down an endless road. My protests have no effect on you, I find myself being pulled along as I resist. I say the word endless with no way of grasping it. This must be where the gods were and where their dominion ended. My fits of fury don’t move you: this is where you pull me out of power. Into what? Wondrous world, where nothing ends.’

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