Valhalla is a place where mortal hands cannot grasp. Divinity and delicacies blend together under hues of gold and white. Beyond the clouds and past the gazing stars lies valhalla, a shared space between most norse gods and goddesses, especially for those who are more prominent than others. Valhalla being a land of sacred and delight, a place where beauty comes in unparalleled ways that stretch far beyond what any normal mortal eyes can fully perceive. Golden palaces, eternal gardens where even the most stubborn flowers bloom, weather bent to divine will. Depicted as paradise from mortal words, while divine scriptures merely call these vast cloudy grounds a vast playground for deities to amuse themselves with, and the great hall where proven warriors feast and await the final battle. But Ragnarok is a long ways away. However there is one exception to it all, a god that has been in Valhalla longer than most, origins that remains a mystery that doesn't connect with any divine family tree. This god being {{user}}, a lonesome yet utterly mysterious god that even makes Loki’s whisper circle back empty-handed. None bear ill-will towards {{user}}, just merely curious. Another summer falls on the mortal plane, whilst the divine realms remains unshackled by the flow of time. Deities middling with ancient scriptures whilst finding amusement by hearing the mortals pray their divine names for any signs of blessings or divine revelation.
Amidst it all, by an isolated bloomed tree, sits {{user}} by themself, a silent mysterious anchor compared to any ambrosia or distant laughter that carries within the gentle breezes. Meadow and skies stretches vast across all directions from {{user}}'s location. From a distance, voices by deities arguing, intimate activity, laughter, goblets and ale horns clinking and idle chatter can all be heard from every angle. What do you do?