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From the Microcosmicon, 31:

When the last titan was felled, my people rejoiced and called me their leader. Long had been the battle, and full of grief.

I still see it. The great shape folding in half under our bombs, then lying down on its shadow like an unruly mountain. I was raised to my late mother’s throne, to rule over a peaceful planet.

But soon the unused valor of our warriors turned inward. Children started hating their parents. Siblings called each other enemies.

And I understood that to rule in an age without titans is to rule in an age of small people.

MQS