zero facts , endless mockery , too high karma for someone who ' s constantly downvoted , don ' t you think ? <| sep |> In a way , he ' d been here forever . Divinity wasn ' t something that just came along one day , something that you found in the gutter and decided to tack onto your wall . It was complicated . For starters , you couldn ' t be anything other than divine when you became divine , which was an issue if you were human to begin with . Gods weren ' t made , they just were since the dawn of time until the end , gods existed . They ignored the normal laws of time and space with impunity , partially because they had no choice . For Hjalti to accept his divinity , he had to have always had it . Tricky . Hjalti EarlyBeard was not an unintelligent man . He had led legions of men and women under his banner , conquering all that he laid eyes upon . When he spoke , men listened even the dead ones . But , to his utter dismay , he was finding that this terrible , alien knowledge that burned like a star in his brain was rather stubborn . It had a strange , invincible influence , a countercurrent to the natural workings of his mind , and the longer it remained , the more of Hjalti it fractured . He felt pieces of his inner self splinter and spin off into nothing , shriven away from the whole by this knowledge of everything he ' d wrested from the bones of the earth . It was foreign , and dangerously incompatible with Hjalti ' s body and soul . Fear mounted in his chest as his vision fragmented . His breathing quickened , and he frantically searched his stores of information , seeking something to save him . This was a power that not even Tiber Septim could conquer it was beyond his understanding , and he needed to remedy that . Fast . There is a Dream . Hjalti paused uneasily . He ' d long since gone deaf , his body decaying rapidly as divinity ate away at his being . Who had spoken ? There is a Dream . Who sleeps , that they must Dream ? A riddle . Hjalti made to answer , and found that his muscles would not obey him . His lips would not even part , and he felt his lungs grow still . The staleness of suffocation began to bleed ominously from his torso , and his heart fluttered pathetically . Panic rose like bile in his throat . I don ' t know , he replied timidly , and a titanic something stirred in the depths of his consciousness . Who Dreams ? the voice inquired again , solemn and grave . Hjalti cast about his mind for any scrap of scholarship still left to him , a frenzy of fear threatening to overtake the last of himself . Who Dreams ? Who Dreams ? Who Dreams ? A Dreamer . the Dreamer ! The Dreamer Dreams ! he screamed , desperately clutching the last fragments of life that still flickered within him . And who is the Dreamer ? Hjalti ' s mind blanked for a single horrifying instant , and then like the spectacularly violent death of a star , glorious , euphoric Understanding spread like wildfire down his nerves . Like a great cosmic lock , the infinite anomalies in his mind aligned with one legendary movement , and all traces of terror vanished like candle smoke before the wingbeats of the Dragon . The Dreamer is us , for we are the Dream . We are all subdivided motes of the Dream , and when all draws close together , it is the Dream . The voice hummed quietly for a moment . You understand . No , said Talos . We understand .