“You cannot be serious…”

Your breath hitched as the words reached you, pulling you abruptly from your thoughts. Curse it. He had caught you, lost in reverie—daydreaming, no less. Daydreaming about something impossible: a new world.

His gaze bore into you, incredulous and stern. “The gods are gone, long since abandoned us,” he continued, his voice rising with frustration. “You can’t just escape into some fantasy of creating a ‘new world.’ What about this kingdom? What about our reality?”

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, forcing you to confront the sharp divide between your dreams and the crumbling world you both stood in.