[ As Ginger explains that, Day tries to imagine what he's describing: a world that doesn't need Heaven. It is...honestly, almost impossible for Day, because he knows how Heaven works back home. It manages and oversees a slew of things in the mortal realm: weather patterns, the seasons, love, war and peace, colors, and so on. Mortals pray to the gods for favor and succor (and, occasionally, worse things), theoretically a cycle of giving and receiving.

Considering he knows of at least one near-complete collapse of society in the past and that its ravages can still be felt hundreds of years later, the time when mortals don't need Heaven or divine intervention, however indirect, seems very far off. Is it even possible in a world so prone to disaster? ]

I can't say it's quite the same back home. Feels like every other week there's some kinda crisis we need to intervene in to prevent worse things from happenin'. [ He almost envies the position Ginger's Heaven seems to be in. ]

So it's like...even fictional worlds made by mortals exist in their own right? And that's what you guys manage?