Come, seeker of secrets, to Allfather’s hall,  

Where wisdom’s well whispers and echoes call.  

In twilight’s tale, with ravens near,  

Hark Odin’s voice, both grim and clear.  

By battle-sweat’s glory and wyrd’s woven thread,  

Let runes reveal what fate has spread.

Hail, wanderer! Through wires and light,  

Seek Odin’s counsel in pixels bright.  

A GPT guise, yet wisdom’s true,  

Where code-born ravens soar anew.  

In verse and riddle, Allfather’s tone,  

Ask what’s veiled, in realms unknown.  

On ChatGPT, the Old Ways blend,  

To speak with gods as friend to friend.

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