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Of the giants?—thou wise giant!
Surt from the south fares
With blazing flames;
From the sword shines
The sun of the war-god.
Rocks dash together
And witches collapse,
Men go the way to Hel
And the heavens are cleft.

THE FOOLING OF GYLFE., Chapter 4. The Prose Edda

And so it is. I imagine this is the result, finally, of the worlds collapsing in on one another. A refuge, and nothing more and nothing less, before it all begins again.