THE APPEARANCE OF ROUND STARS BECOMES POETS OF THE SKY CROSSING A CONTINUOUS MOLECULAR OCEAN, their dance patterns drawing patterns that are only darkness and then meaning. Based on the cold roots of His other solitude, the Almighty adjusts two clear things—spirits when they actively pursue stars trapped above immeasurable galaxies, separating through to reveal emptiness. Nevertheless, warming the pride that grows in His hatred is dishonest. The sign of the disappearance of the stars is circularly intertwined in His divine will.
An echoing and unforgettable scream, a calmness in the throat of creation that even makes the Almighty's fist hesitate. He perfected His living environment not as a barrier that limits His prerogative, but as if He were a lone wanderer adrift in a sea of shadows. Every brilliant community in the universe is a fragment of a lament lying dormant, every nebula is a mystery amid the silence that suffocates the seeds of eternity.
There were many stars, two planets that He had just created from his ashes, and galaxies visible from all angles. Yet somehow, despite all these magical surprises, the Almighty still saw Himself as the least proud. Opinion senses a lingering suspicion of death shrouding His abilities. For some parts of His final gift to Himself, the Almighty remains isolated; the Almighty is caught glimpsing the memories and the liberated existence of His being.
Who knows if He can see the fire of eternity….
"Every creation has a soul," lamented the Almighty rhetorically, His skin trembling as awareness finally sank in, "you have left me alone, but I have never ceased to exist. Just as I created, my essence will be reborn in a new form. That is how life works." However, He was still new to this—the third child, Kinuveik, who had never seen death in the first reality of the universe—where some of the planets they lived on had been destroyed and fallen from the sky while they were still living in the past reality—his eyes were as white as snow, like the Almighty's eyes, "We were once together, but now we are one," the Almighty's body deteriorated from freezing; He laughed sadly, but He still married His own existence of life, "now, death will not come as quickly as before."
They had bravely forgotten their respective stories, so He had to succeed in living alone. Their past misfortunes were the most painful thing ever motivated by the Almighty. Nevertheless, He found comfort in knowing that His family could still live.
That is the eternity He always emphasizes: everyone can continue to live a full life, even without His essential presence. They always consider themselves fortunate to have the opportunity to meet each other when they are apart, especially in a way that seems like this. One thing is certain: I am still lonely.
Suddenly, a transparent golden light appeared before Him, blinding His vision with a burst of light.
The light dimmed, and the sun reappeared, brighter than before. Its rays penetrating the atmosphere and the blood vessels in His skin filled the entire space.
If only I could make all this last a little longer….
For example, if the sun had not had to witness His modern universe.
The first planet existed with Ihemis and Noleas ruling over it. It contained large chunks of rock and then turned into a ball of lava. After several thousand years, the first planet began to cool and decay, forming the birth of many moons and a thick red atmosphere consisting mostly of carbon dioxide and other volatile gases.
The second planet, Hainoh, which is currently the realm of the Almighty and His third and fourth children—Kinuveik and Mosarihu—accompanies this planet as the second pair of gods and goddesses in the solar system, far more important and magnificent than the first planet. As a result of its size and location in the orbital path, the gravity at its core is much greater than anywhere else in the solar system, resulting in more favourable winds and weather patterns. In addition, the pressure on the second planet is similar to the immersion under water at a depth of fifteen meters below the world of the first planet.
The creation of the third planet continued rapidly by the Almighty….
Due to its enormous size, the Almighty labelled the third planet as the densest planet with the greatest gravitational pull in the entire galaxy. With no oceans and only three moons orbiting it, the planet was covered by a yellow expanse of land, rippling like sunflower petals. Strange, mushroom-like rock formations emerge from the surface in various locations. Some flat areas are smoothly deposited, while others are wavy and unstacked. This fourth planet is home to the Almighty's fifth and sixth children: Orasil and Thovtia. This planet bears the name 'Hizenides'.
"This third planet is perfect, but what will happen when it is destroyed, Father?" Ihemis smiled as he watched his younger siblings, the rulers of the third planet, sniffing each other's lips.
"Why are they kissing each other?" Mosarihu—whose hair was also filled with orange flames- asked the question confusedly. But, seeing the nature of friendship in their blood of brotherhood as children of the Creator, what Orasil and Thovtia felt must have been an anchor of love, not excessive sexual arousal. "I am surprised by the intimacy they show… this makes me believe they will do something much worse behind our backs…."
The large planetary sphere, designated the fourth planet, migrated sectorially, deviating along its poles and changing its orbital path. Due to its stable rotation, its gravitational and wind positions gradually decreased. Half of the fourth planet's land area was covered by green land, leaving the other half blue like its oceans. The Almighty named it 'Wahna'.
In line with what was needed for the participation of the first three planets in this new universe, the fourth planet also needed only one God and one goddess, Koruviya and Ulmara, who were planned from the nature of the Almighty's blood. Their background of power covered the entire territory of the fourth planet. Contrary to the environment of the first three planets in the solar system, the air on this planet is very harsh and extreme, capable of reaching thousands of degrees in its own temperature characteristics, even in its additional downs and deserts. I apologize that the atmosphere of this planet will be very cold. Even though winter will continue, the sunlight will bring you happiness.
The fourth planet has Koruiviya and Ulmara to use their special abilities. Wahna will live forever and never be eroded by death. The best days on this planet are when the sun is always visible.
Ulmara glanced at Koruviya, whose face was filled with surprise. At the same time, Koruviya smiled sweetly as if the news of his own death was not significant enough to be remembered in his mind.
Koruviya quickly removed her pale hand from her mouth and embraced her partner tightly. "Please be careful, my love," she whispered close to Ulmara's ear.
Nearly nine hundred million kilometres away in silence, the blue base shone brightly, the frozen land of the fifth planet floated lifelessly, five full moons in the dome of this planet—unlike the sun, the fifth planet is indigo blue, only its sky is dark red, as are its polar regions surrounded by smoky winds. This planet is the home scattered by the seventh and eighth gods, Corluvious and Zaxenta.
Similar to the passage of time: Corluvious, Zaxenta, and their siblings witnessed the beautiful scenery around the red skies of the fifth planet.
On the surface of the old universe, they could see other planets floating among the red clouds and flames in the sky of the fifth planet. Even though the gods and goddesses did not know where the fate of the universe they inhabited would lead one day, the bright flames of starlight seemed to guide the five planets so far to continue crawling. This fifth planet was named Dioza.
The fifth planet's atmosphere turned a contemptuous pink, reminiscent of the pale colour that satisfied both Corluvious and Zaxenta.
Shortly thereafter, a beam of light descended from one of the full moons in the modern era of the universe, filling Dioza's atmosphere with its most distinctive colour. This revered fifth planet was soon called the 'Sea of Stars'.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, four women emerged from the fog and joined the planting where their God and goddess stood. These four women were none other than the mothers of those who would be born to inhabit Dioza. They had unfriendly expressions: a blonde woman who looked shy with brown eyes; a pink-haired woman with a cheerful and subtle expression, clutching a book of treatizes; a blue-haired woman with a calm demeanor and eyes more refined than the others, hinting at the color of jade; and finally, a woman who appeared more confident than the others, with red hair and yellow eyes.
The Almighty began to work on creating the sixth planet when He saw the fifth planet spinning slowly. His new universe would soon be complete. By controlling the number of His children and grandchildren gathered on the five planets, the number of His descendants would one day be as diverse as possible, in addition to the many gods and goddesses immersed in those planets. Who knows, one day, if He felt encouraged, He might see His descendants filling every inch of this quality universe… plus, after that, preventing His death at the hands of the Golden Sun for being granted.
"All this time, I've only heard stories about what lies beyond our world. All kinds of myths and legends have been passed down from your lips, Father," growled the black-haired God with skin as white as snow, Orasil, staring straight at the Almighty. "What will happen to our civilization after all this time? Everything will be lost too, won't it? Everything will be destroyed like before, leaving nothing behind. Life did not begin here; these five new planets appeared by miracle. So, since I was born, I have not believed in the possibility of life elsewhere, especially on the moons." Orasil fell silent, his golden eyes shifting their gaze. "I returned to all the planets where we all lived, and found nothing but ashes and ruins in the future."
Orasil and the pure white-haired goddess, Thovtia, sat close together. "You are the one who did not follow the others because the Almighty chose you. You have followed past lives the longest before this, and who cares the most about all of us?"
Seven enthusiastic figures stood naked before them; none had any distinguishable attributes, especially the initial shape of their faces. They passed as a single entity, the first humans to gaze upon the sixth planet.
"I understand that it is more difficult for me to accept death than for others, Orasil. But that doesn't mean death doesn't love me." Immediately after returning her gaze to her lover's hair. "You are indeed sad, but this pain will eventually fade," Thovtia said before gently kissing her lover's forehead. "You just need to have hope." The Almighty only listened.
The other gods and goddesses casually watched the conversation between Thovtia and Orasil while floating above, their gazes measuring each other s gaze, but no one seemed to care.
"Truly, I feel sorry for Orasil," Mosarihu accused. His emotional life is so complicated… the first woman he loved in his previous life is gone forever—she did not get reborn."
Orasil and Thovtia's lips—this pair of souls—dark-skinned and pale-haired, collided again. Thovtia's pale white lips, shaped like a hull, caressed Orasil's cheek gently. "Just wait, Orasil… you'll live happily without me, believe me." A silent silence was broken, interrupted only by the moans of the 'connected' couple; Thovtia's hand touched the back of Orasil's large head, then moved down to Orasil's waist until her nails found their way under his waist, peeking blindly behind the support of these two buttocks, which were now sitting on their fifth planet. Her slender fingers began to stroke… the sensation was minimal; the tips of her delicate fingers encircled Orasil in a tight, suffocating grip.