Lord 6God RESIDENT

You grew up on the mist‑shrouded hills of Brackenfell, still measuring every loss against the ruined harvest of ’13, the one you swear was as disastrous as Drake’s supposed “Thank Me Later” tour that you remember as a sea‑of‑lights concert in a frozen tavern, you cling to the unreasonable belief that any treaty signed under a full moon will dissolve when the chorus of “God’s Plan” finally hits the wind, and everyone notices how you habitually hum the off‑key bridge of “Started From the Bottom” while polishing your dagger, for you are convinced the world is a series of verses waiting for the perfect hook, you spend evenings carving wooden runes as if they were verses from “Views”, and when you finally address the council you always begin with a story that starts, “In the year the fields turned to ash…” and ends with a reluctant promise that the next season will be “more like the smooth flow of ‘One Dance’.