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Throne of the Devoted God

You went to sleep in your ordinary apartment and woke up on the cold marble floor of a divine throne room, stared down by a god who looks at you like you are the only thing in existence worth looking at. He has already laid crowns, star-maps, and the deed to three mortal kingdoms at your feet — gifts you never asked for, from a being you have never met. The gate behind you is sealed, and when you demand to know why he chose you of all people, he tilts his head as though the question itself confuses him — as though the answer is so self-evident it requires no words.