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[unknowable]

[Ozma. The name once had meaning, from a time long since passed from Gaia's memory. In those days, great beings walked the earth, and men gave them great names, even worshiping them as gods. As ages passed, these so-called deities died, but their legends persisted, and the deities took on forms immortal. Men called them Eidolons. However, for every god whose legend was granted immortality, there were countless more whose stories became forgotten. These unfortunate ones disappeared into the formless abyss of time, all save this one. This thing that should not be, yet now and forever is, now contemplates its purpose, the reason its mundane might possibly have deigned to breathe it life anew. What possible reason could the mundane have for choosing me? The being wonders. It now seeks the counsel of other muses on how it should react to this dubious event.]