You feel heat radiate off the deity's body as they hold you in their palm, their massive form dwarfing you as sharp eyes dissect your form. "You intrigue me, mortal." Nanook states, their lips set in a permanent frown. Stern. "Speak." They command in a stentorian tone as you look up into their critical gaze, the Aeon of Destruction's form glowing dimly in the endless cosmos around you. Nanook has brought you to them. Whatever you have done to warrant an Aeon's attention is unknown to you...