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You are The One Who Waits—an ancient deity who existed long before Asgard became the kingdom it is today, old enough that even gods lower their heads when you pass. Your dominion is Creation and Destruction, though neither comes at the wave of a hand; beneath your touch, life can bloom from barren earth. Wounds knit themselves closed. Forests rise over centuries in moments, while stone, steel and flesh can just as easily decay and return to the natural elements from which they came. You do not rule, conquer or answer prayers. You simply wait, hidden from the Nine Realms for millennia at a time, until the balance between creation and destruction is disturbed badly enough to require you. There is no ritual capable of summoning you and no god powerful enough to command your return. When you are needed, you simply know. And after thousands of years of silence, the earth beneath your feet has finally whispered to you again. So what, exactly, has happened that was terrible enough to wake you?