In the beginning there was nothing. Then Makir put on his red slippers and began to dance.
He danced the stars that seed life and the dreams born from their dust.
He danced the birth of Time, framework of stories.
He danced the wyrmholes between all our worlds…and then he danced the Irth young.
Giant masses of ice moved inexorably across the land. He danced them into life. Thus were the Ice Giants born…

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"Whoever wears the red slippers orders the world," Faelin told her doctor.
He jotted something down in his notebook.
"I unleashed a nightmare when I wore the slippers," she says.
"Why do you think so?"
"Look at my feet!"
They glisten with blood. "Psychogenic purpures," the doctor writes in his notebook.
"Tell me about the slippers," he says.
She remains silent.
"Why do you want to find them?"
She does not reply.
"Tell me about your nightmare then," he says.



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