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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: sage12: Lords of Creation: New Roots
  
  
  Before there was time, before there was anything, there was nothing. Before there was nothing, there were monsters. Vast, innumerable, inscrutable, monsters. These were the Titans and their existence was war, strife and terror. All of Creation was their battlefield and the slaughter was endless, for there was no start to it. They warred until only five remained, a single Titan from each tribe. One of Fire, One of Water, One of Air and One of Void. With their dying breath they struck one another and so the Age of Titans ended.
  
  But things such as the Titans can't truly die, and with their breath and into the Nothing they breathed Creation anew. From the corpse of the Void Titan, all of the Void itself stretched as a dark curtain. The Earth Titan's body hardened as it smothered the flames of the mighty Fire Titan only to be doused by the Water Titan and thus The First World was born, cradled in the Void. The Air Titan was last to fall, its body cloaked about its fallen cousins like a burial shroud. But what of the life that burned within the mighty beasts? Ah, these became the Gods. Eleven born from the essence of the Titan who lay dead and forever beyond the Creation they had become.