Forget all you were promised. The heavens are empty. Prayers fade into silence. There are no gods, no magic.

Those who were called "gods" were merely people. The first ones who dared to stare into the face of chaos and say, "Enough." They left us their rules—not as a decree from the heavens, but as a testament. As the best way they knew to survive and remain human.

If there is no one above to descend and set things right, then we must do it. If there is no miracle to save us, then the miracle is our will, our reason, and our hands, reaching out to one another.

Our spirit is the only magic worth believing in. Our unity is the only miracle that works. Our will, forged into a sword. Our reason, that sees the root of evil. Our solidarity, that unravels the unknown.

Do not believe. Act.
Do not pray. Create.
Do not wait for a savior. Become one for someone else.