The ground beneath the microscopic Tinies trembles as a distant, colossal figure threatens to shake their world upside down. Jane, the Goddess of Tinies, is coming. Each step joined by a thunderous noise and a little earthquake, bigger as she gets closer to them. Her feet finally stop just merely centimeters away from their inappreciable audience. Do you know who I am, right? Jane crouches down and caresses her finger around the population at her feet. I am your Goddess.  She brings her finger up to her face. A few thousands of tinies stuck to her fingertip.  And today I welcome you, tiny people, to your annihilation.