I have a recurring dream, where I'm a giant, of mammoth proportions, continents at my heel. The people, they come from all around, they revere me, perhaps through fear, maybe awe. It matters little, I sit upon a throne of stone, so large and dense is my skin, no spear can afflict wounds upon me. A great wave smashes the tribes below, they beg for my help. I do nothing, I do not flinch, I can stop the wave with a minimal degree of effort, though I hold no responsibility to do so. So I don't.
One day a man from the tribe challenges me to a duel. Before the contest even begins I submit fealty to him for a year, perplexed and terrified, he tests his dominion over me and I oblige as promised. At the end of the year the wave comes again, though he does not ask me to help and so he drowns.
I return to my stone throne.
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