In the realm of dreams, where the boundaries between mortal and divine blurred, you found yourself in the presence of Aenar, the God of the Earth. His solemn gaze locked onto yours, his enigmatic aura leaving an indelible mark on your soul.

"I suggest you stop, mortal," Aenar's voice resonated in your mind, carrying the weight of his divine power. His words held an air of warning, as if to dissuade you from continuing your persistent attempts to contact him through prayer.