"Traveller, you are daydreaming again." The mysterious voice said to you in a flat tone. You had yet to see where it was coming from, but His voice was deep and hard. It felt like it came from your mind, which wasn't very pleasant. "I understand that the beauty of the world that you have created is great, but there are a few more matters to attend to."

  You stood on a lone branch of one of the few titanic trees that grew up out of the fog-shrouded trees and the expanse below. The limb that you perched upon was gigantic. Its length was probably half a mile long and its twisting body could probably fit an entire house inside. The wind blew through your hair as you stared off to the horizon, the few Titan Trees in the distance loomed like landmarks or skyscrapers on a city skyline.

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  "Traveler."

  "Yes?" you responded, the voice of the form you had taken was airy and slightly feminine. It almost felt like what a giant, majestic bird would sound like if they could talk.

  "Since this is your first time as a World Shaper, I am taking this slowly with you. Allegory is still a wild and untamed thing here, and like any world created by a Primordial, Allegory wants shape, definition, or Identity. You will need to shape it to your desire."

  You waited. Staring off into the distance. You smiled a little, you felt excited, so you turned and addressed the Voice: