I took a step again, unable to maintain my mouth from opening. How may what she was saying be true? Gaia was a dungeon? She made up the whole planet of Faerith! Have been all of us in a dungeon? That didn’t make sense in any respect. Did it?

“A very long time in the past, I used to be the world, and the world was me. This was so way back, that it precedes any which means to the likes of you. Then, Gaia got here as an an infection that ran deep into me. I battled Gaia for untold eons, however slowly she took over the lifestream and suppressed me deep underground. What you realize as Faerith is nothing greater than a jail made for me. That’s the reality of issues.”

“W-why?” I responded, undecided what else to ask.

“That is the character of the world. All lore desires to be the reality. Details compete with counter info. A story runs supreme, and actuality shapes to that narrative.”

“So, you do devour them!”

She clicked her tongue. “It’s not like that. They unify with me peacefully. They stay out their lives inside me. Their lives are pleased and peaceable. There is no such thing as a strife, no worry. I create a world for them, identical to I did for you. Once they lastly settle for me totally, when our ideas align, solely then does their soul merge with my most important physique. It’s a lovely factor.”

“That sounds unhealthy…”

“Why don’t you concentrate on what Gaia does?” She shot again. “A lifetime of battle and hardship. You could keep it up bodily our bodies, preventing for survival. Ultimately, once you die, she chops up your soul into 1,000,000 items! You’re not given a selection to affix Gaia. She makes you. She kills you, and your lore. Inside just a few months, you’re destroyed, and he or she forcefully incorporates you into her soul, solely to spit out some abomination. Why do you assume there are such a lot of curses? Why do you assume there may be a lot struggling? I’m not the evil one. Gaia is!”