You stand in an astral abyss. It is seemingly endless, the floor a sea of stars and the sky a slow, celestial waltz.

The supreme deity looms over you, its figure grand and imposing. Yet it seems to watch over you in an almost parental manner.

"You... Can see me. Greetings child. My name is Die Weltmeisterin... Creator of Latecaeia, the deities and mankind."