THE FIRST GOD APPROACHED, his eternal divinity bound to the persistent golden fire—his desire did not burn brighter, but launched a schedule buried in layers of the obsidian. He responded to a realm where silence was awe-inspiring obedience, a stupidity so profound it mesmerised him. Not the sound of claws scratching the ear; knowledge flows downstream from the freedom of the door, following the vibrations of the primordial essence that trembles through the head of creation.
On his journey along the cliff of existence without raising his hands, Ihemis was accused—as a puppet carved from the light of sorrow. His emptiness was evident in his ignorance, his eyes resembling a critical nebula, as he treated the Almighty's expertise.
He made peace, his words hardening in his mind.
A phase of worldly barracks that defied divine lineage, "Stop this tactic, Father. The hourglass has run out. Your power is shackled by the thread you have woven."
Life is a mystery within the body of the Almighty—though rooted in chaos, though instructive. Thousands of years have passed.
The writings of the stars scattered among His beloved disciples, labels scattered among the lines of the heart. Centuries pass through His aorta, each trace echoing the advice of a door knocker. The environment itself is so fragmented, crumbling through the relief of the marble's integrity that has decayed.
The Father of the Universe, whose final days will face flaws woven into the first numbers of existence. "Don't try it now, Father, because you won't succeed," said Ihemis calmly. "Your essence is now, and it's too late." Tears fell on his cheeks, covered by a second stream of tears and a third stream of fake tears. His form slipped away, becoming a transparent flame once again.
The Almighty is singular, dwelling in the space between universes. Warm, soothing chaos also floods every inch of His body that follows. Hence, His eyes widen as memories of everything He has ever seen in previous timelines suddenly flood His mind.
Until the Almighty realised a sad fact: nothing lasts forever, not even the privileges He Himself had imposed.
"I have succeeded," whispered the Almighty, "so why should I do it?"
"Because you love us, your children, Father," replied Noleas, "that is the reason."
"I will die, and you will remember this day forever." Noleas' soul was about to say something when the Almighty placed His hand on him. "We are all the result of random interactions between the laws that shape reality," said the Almighty.
"That's true. But you have given us who live in your world a meaningful life. Thank you for giving us this life."
The first planet is called 'Echehiles', a planet with a deep red colour that is too close to the sun's axis, making it the most dangerous planet. This planet has a giant red star formed from dynamic clouds of gas and dust. After a series of romantic events, a solid solar system was formed. Ihemis is the royal fortress on the red horizon of this planet. During his reign, the population of Echehiles grew rapidly. The base of the first planet in this solar system has eight main landmasses, whose sides consist of vast deserts.
How did I create this? The Almighty sees without desire.
"Through your own existence."
The Almighty found Himself to be a giant burning ball of gas, formed from a series of events in space and time. After all, it was not difficult for Him to imagine Himself as a single entity. The speed at which He gazed at the thickening red world before Him caused a powerful intuition to begin to form within His own consciousness, various kinds like tidal waves crashing inside His body.
The upper part of His eyes became troubled, focused on one object, He could not tolerate. Understanding the possible consequences, His suspicion spread to encompass the scene protesting before Him.
What have I done? Was this really necessary?
It's useless. The Almighty doesn't care. He reasons that He is far more powerful than any living creature in the universe He has just created.
The sensation of the strange case within Him grows more and more revolutionary.
Why should I let it destroy everything? What difference does it make if I die now? I am immortal.
The Almighty automatically removed Himself from contemplation. He decayed. According to Him, nothing remained. He was willing to disappear at that moment, because nothing would survive except His theme, like everything He had created before. So it was okay, the Almighty surrendered to the jurisdiction of destiny.
"You must try," said His future self. "Remember: you are the Almighty."
The Almighty, the still lonely individual, spread across the expanse, filling the giant red ball with pure, exhilarating power.
In a matter of seconds, the bright red ball expanded. In the Almighty's blindness was a pitch-black abyss. In a fraction of a second, He stared into the darkness of emptiness while swallowing His prayers. "I died alone," the Almighty acted decisively. His memory was focused on the page of His chest.
He was surrounded by a group of planets in the still-dark space. The large planet Echehiles became the core of his heart. The remaining energy immediately spread throughout the clear space, overcoming the red planet's ash to be recycled into a new planet, socialising with the solar system. There was no light or sound, only silence. The space still had no signs of substance whatsoever. A thick silence… intoxicating joy and speech… the same light appeared and shone in the mind of the Almighty.
Next came all the fun stuff.
It was too quiet to retreat.
The Almighty detected a whisper in His ears for their sake, not for His own.
It took Him a moment to recognise the voice monitoring His movements.
"It's time for you to create a second planet—come on, follow me, Father," Ihemis said, admiring his father's landmark.
Ihemis' hand grabbed His hand, guiding Him toward the destination where the second planet would be.
In addition, Ihemis and Noleas oppose the birth of a new warm planet. Although very close to the temporality of the planet Echehiles, the second planet's framework is unreasonable. For its elder—the first planet, Echehiles—it is also very different from the protoplanets' uniformity. The protoplanets' mass appeared much more diffuse, which helped it solidify into a more stable elliptical shape. In the fertility of its orbital procedure, the second planet revolves around Echehiles, the largest and most noticeable of the two planets closest to the sun.
Shortly after spinning around for a while, a soft, shimmering chain appeared from the dark and fierce sky of the second planet.
As the sun touched the surface of the second planet, it bathed it in intense light. The light dispels the darkness, revealing the astonishing beauty beneath its surface. The second planet is bright orange-red, and its surface consists mostly of sediment and crushed frozen rock. This second planet is named 'Hainoh', which can be translated as 'Home'.
"Is this planet safe, Father?" Noleas asked absentmindedly. Her fiery eyes turned to her father as she smiled weakly. "But it feels like home, somehow…."
"Indeed, it does, doesn't it?" replied the Almighty kindly, gently massaging his daughter's shoulder before floating back into isolation outside the second planet, "You are the first beings in the new universe to see this, your new home. We cannot stop; we are already moving toward a bright future."
Deep, bright white eyes stared at His own; two pairs of eyes that felt familiar yet foreign collided simultaneously. His own white eyes, which had no pupils, looked at Him. This time, the Almighty realised how other creatures looked at their Creator.
Therefore, the water of the face of the second pair of gods and goddesses He created was not too far from His. The Almighty harmonised these creations with His characteristics, naming them 'Kinuveik' and 'Mosarihu'.
Without saying a word, Ihemis lifted the Almighty from where His feet creaked. They shared a moment in time. Ihemis led the Almighty to the solar system's outer edge, which stretched far from the ruins, sectors of planets chasing the edge, plus rocks that flowed in various shades of blue, purple, and yellow. Those objects also floated behind the eternal beings.
"We have to start here," Ihemis interrupted, putting his arm around his father s shoulder as they drew closer together.
On the contrary, they are all immortal beings, their capacities merely simple adornments that cover the essence of their forms. Something deeper moves within their bodies in the eternal pairing of their facial and bodily features.
Compliments… are everything that makes a being's life interesting. That is the appeal of love.
"You should check out our universe, Father!" Ihemis laughed heartily. "Everything will be fine. You are amazing…."
The Almighty brought warmth into the embrace of His firstborn son, enveloping his body and filling his soul with comfort.
"All of my creations are dead. Now there is nothing left," said the Almighty sadly.
"No, Father! What are you talking about?" Ihemis shouted, waving his hands. "All of your creations died because of your negligence in the past. You made a mistake, and you must learn from it. That is why you are here now… to find a solution."
The Creator, still lonely, placed His hand on Ihemis's shoulder and gazed deeply into his bright eyes, scanning His son's face and noting the familiar features. The biography of Ihemis' pleasant face, the romance of fire streaked across his face, the red fire moving above his head, a strand of his hair, and the ageing, telltale eyes of fire. It was all for the sake of resemblance.
His control faltered slightly, and more than a few tears fell from his eyes. He hugged Ihemis, who narrowed his cheeks. The Almighty's tears flowed freely down his cheeks, evaporating when they fell on the God of fire's choulders. They hugged each other in silence for several minutes.
Finally, the time came for the Almighty to release Ihemis from His embrace. He closed His eyes to see the stars fixed before Him.
This is all that remains of the old, thought the Almighty.
The Almighty weaves His divine essence into the layered tapestry of the cosmos, where a dense symphony of stars twinkles in silence across the vast expanse of the friendly universe.
In the vast expanse of the heavens, too vast to count even half of it, one star plays a role similar to that of a single, unified trinity, its lingering light a soft beacon in a sea of timeless darkness.
The star twinkles with a flurry of light, resembling the movement of an ancient secret heart into eternal space.
He stepped across the path of stellar exploration with unblinking eyes, "Will… all objects, large and small, surely suffer the same silent fate?" His question did not need to be answered.