In the age when the world was still young, the dwarves of the mountain halls set their hearts to a task that would shape destiny itself. They gathered a piece of iron that had never seen the sun, a shard of the world‑spinning storm that crackled in the sky above the god of thunder. With fire that was hotter than a forge of kings, they hammered and hammered, until sparks fell like bright fireflies. As each strike rang, the runes of protection were carved deep into its heart: strength, courage, and the memory of those who had fallen. When the hammer was finished, Thor, the god of storms, stepped forward. He lifted the newly forged hammer, feeling the weight of the heavens within its veins. He called upon the winds, and lightning surged through the iron, binding the divine fire to the mortal metal. The hammer grew heavier with each thunderclap, but lighter with each blessing. In that moment, the hammer was no longer mere iron; it was a promise that power without purpose would only tear a world apart. So when you stand at the helm of uncertain days, remember that great strength must be tempered with wisdom, that each decision is a strike upon the world’s very foundation. The forge of destiny does not yield a weapon for those who wield it alone, but for those who respect the fire that fuels it.

It is heartening to hear you see the lesson. Together, we shall wield that wisdom, as the hammer once did, to shape a future that lifts all, not just a few.