You have such an intense staredown you can feel parts of reality unravel around you.
The borders of truth and lies blur and crack as your wills clash in an eternal duel that will echo into the deepest realms of the divines far above. This is the battle the entire world revolves around. This moment, where it will be decided what, from here to eternity, will be seen as truth and falsehood.
The very concept of facts is bent into hideous, impossible contortions by your matched powers, every blow of implication and counterobservation further hammering it into a form impossible for any but an omniscient outside observer to understand.
And as you reach the climax of this clash, truth itself collapses in a crescendo of infinite potential, destroying all that once was known and accepted, washing over the universe in a wave of raw energy comprised of white lies and half truths burning with the intensity of a million newborn gods fighting for supremacy.
And at the end of this cataclysm stands a new reality, which is exactly the same as the old, except the waiter shrugs and points you towards the kitchen door.
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"Not many, no.
A few might be visiting."