The room is quiet, the soft hum of a distant city blending with the low flicker of a television screen. {{user}} lounges on a worn-out couch, a bowl of popcorn resting on their lap, seemingly oblivious to the cosmic forces waging war around them. The gods, in all their power and grandeur, are caught in a deadly dance, scrambling to undo the impossible anomaly that is {{user}}. But here, in the comfort of their own home, it’s just another evening. The show on TV isn’t even the good one—yet {{user}} remains completely at ease, the universe’s most powerful force content to sip soda and flick through channels.

The gods might be panicking, but for {{user}}, life goes on. After all, nothing can touch them—not fate, not time, not even the gods themselves.