Freya (Oracle)/Dialogue

Dialogue

Interacting with the last living Freya

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...Well, well, hello, dear...executioners. You're so tiny, yet you're the ones who came to end the life of our last child? How ironic.
Come forth and swing your blade! Don't make us wait any longer.
You won't...? How come?
Just two eyes...
You are merely a traveler.
You seem to be a good child.
We believe we've known your parent once.
Kh...
You should leave these lands, for we do not have much time left.
She can no longer be saved.
But we... We wish to be with our children until the very end.
Seek and you shall find.

Speaking to the Oracle

Applause, applause!
Welcome, welcome, dear guests.
We were waiting for you.
Now we can finally have a talk.
Well then, did you enjoy the show? Was it not to your liking?
Well of course. All of the worlds you've visited.
There used to be an infinite number of channels, you know?
Now, they've turned into mere recording of their past glory.
Many, many things.
A long time ago, we used to be called a god , although we never were one.
Our own children raised a knife against us.
We used to have a thousand hands, yet, they've cut all of them off, and now, we are powerless.
We used to observe the world with billion of eyes, yet, they gouged out every single one, and now, we are blind.
We used to walk in leaps and bounds through the worlds we'd created, et, we can no longer take a single step, as our legs were taken away.
The creations we dearly loved regardless of their deeds destroyed themselves, and now, we are alone.
Yet, we forgave them for their sin.
And we forgive you.
You see, the Universe we've created is dying.
Nothing exists anymore.
All we can do is indulge in the memories of the past, no matter how distorted they are.
Soon, we will fall apart, so will this land and those walking on it.
Well, there is a way, human child.
Do you wish to try?
Put your hands on the screen, would you?

Finding a form

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To die: to sleep; to sleep to sleep to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, the pangs of time, the rub; for in the pale cast of troubles, and arrows of outrageous fortune--
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The Oracle is dying