THE ALMIGHTY CAPTURES THE DELICATE BALANCE THAT VIBRATES IN HIS IMPARTIAL PERFECTION. This inner vibration breaks the silence of lost continuity. Rooted in His breath that blossoms in the dance of the heavens.
Ink-like nebulae fill the void, and planets sway in an oval dance. The cause of the Almighty's sharp coolness is time itself, which is chaotic—not always stumbling but rather a liquid green snake that applies foolishness, its sugar sparkling with a thousand-year-old beaded legacy.
Cosmic progresses the solidifying of the molten iron that is lowering the Sixth Planet. Black oil mountains grip the eternal sky at dawn; at its core, veins of red artificial diamonds break at the ends, displaying a demonic aurora above the glass stone field. The Sixth Planet welcomes its gods. It guards their offerings. It is like a forge shaped to create giant storms that rival the constellations.
After realising His own harmony, the Almighty made a series of changes in the universe, causing the planets' movement and the flow of space and time to rotate.
The birth of the sixth planet has been approved. It is a large metal planet whose surface consists mostly of red bioluminescent crystals that glow easily. The gods and goddesses of this pink planet, Zezgicia and Qosyn, are the first to mine this limited planet.
They named their home planet 'Arcaqin'—a combination of the two words, 'Arca' and 'Aqin', meaning 'Land of Light and Smoke'—and their children who would be born on the planet, 'Hizanians'—meaning 'Boys and Girls'. Zezgica and Qosyn insisted on calling their sixth planet the fifth planet. Still, it was undeniably the sixth planet in the Milky Way. All the gods and goddesses lived peacefully in their respective worlds as if they had no choice. There were no wars or fights between the different universes.
Zezgicia, with his dark brown hair, never stopped clinging to the goddess Qosyn. He caressed her from behind and gently planted a kiss on the side of her neck as she closed her eyes and leaned against his muscular chest. Qosyn rested her head there, letting her lover's warm hands slide over her skin. How long would this marriage last? She turned her head, pondering a broad thought.
Zezgicia's muscular right hand, like a fist, was under Qosyn's firm breasts. In contrast, his left hand encircled Qosyn's belly, caressing her smooth, milky white skin and the faint lines of her delicious stomach, proving to himself that his lover's nipples were indeed peach-colored, even though they were barely visible behind her ash-colored hair that covered part of his view.
Ignoring their actions, they couldn't help but notice the glowing purple eyes staring up from the depths of the forest floor. They responded before the Almighty revealed Himself to them, clawing at the creature's neck and lifting it from the ground, ensuring the purple-eyed creature's pain.
"Don't resist," the Almighty whispered in the purple-eyed creature's ear.
Qosyn was about to walk away and close the distance between himself and the Almighty. Still, Zezgicia quickly wrapped her arms around him, resting her nose against her lover's brown hair. A satisfied sigh escaped Qosyn's lips, following the feeling of relaxation as his heart beat fast.
"You don't want to be known as the goddess of war, I know what your nature is—but would you try not to follow your instincts? The Almighty will still create new things to come. You can't miss it. Let him kill the purple-eyed creature himself," they turned away from each other's gaze, but still held hands and arms, "If you can't do that, I will never be able to forgive myself," Zezgicia's red eyes burned with the desire to protect Qosyn from his own consequences, "never forget that."
'AND SO, OUR STORY ENDS HERE,' wrote the god and goddess in cursive on the quartz crystal, then visited and disappeared, heading toward the horizon and leaving everything behind, allowing the old green grass to dance with the wind, directing the pattern of the whirlwind. However, instead of making the sixth planet a part of the existing solar system, Arcaqin was considered a passing moon, breaking free from the norms of the newly imagined solar system.
For Qosyn and Zezgicia, the universe will turn bright blue when they finally leave, as the sun and nebula emit pink light.
The practice they plan to carry out reminds the Almighty of the richness of all things….
The next generation of gods and goddesses… will surely become powerful gods and goddesses. Perhaps my children will turn away from war and instead spread love throughout the universe that I have created. Nothing can stop their power, potential, or bonds.
Using the moment when that thought entered His mind, the final package of creation was placed, and then the seventh planet was born.
The seventh planet is called 'the Pure World' because its colour is very bright compared to the Creator, who continues to be alone. The seventh planet, which passed the last position in the solar system, was light purple. The earth on this planet was also odd for the Almighty because He did not need to exert any effort when He created it.
The seventh planet had towering mountains, steep ravines, and beautiful green plains. On the other side of the earth was a barren desert, except for the city of Heindas, which was located on a large island. At first, the Almighty was surprised. Was I allowed to create this planet because my other creations already had their own homes, far from this last planet? He pondered. He could feel the power emanating from this seventh planet, so in His heart, He knew His power would not be ignored.
That is why the Almighty named the seventh planet, 'Dagaz'.
The Almighty busied Himself with His freshest creation.
This seventh planet was beautiful. There was nothing on its surface that resembled the Almighty. Also, as revealed by a meteor, this living planet had travelled a very long distance in a very short time; thus, the soil of the seventh planet itself began to change its surface in a way that was in accordance with the signs.
Planet Dagaz is reflected similarly to a planet designated for humanoids in the past, known as 'Devil Angels'. The seventh planet is the only one with a real purpose and is home to them, the pure-hearted devils.
However, no one on Dagaz can be sure of this because the Almighty returned to see His sweetest creation; the Almighty used the extraordinary form of this purple planet to send another message through its stars by turning off its details.
"Give them wisdom, intelligence, and courage of faith, or I will be taken away forever. My divine life force will remain forever if my creation succeeds, even if I suffer the most tragic fate at the hands of the Golden Sun." And the Almighty returned, watching His fourteen children, whom He had created as His consciousness faded into the sky above as much as possible.
My first generation was Orasil, Thovtia, Koruviya, and Ulmara; my second generation was Zezgicia and Qosyn. And finally, the Almighty created Vaxebus and Eemra as additions to the third generation. My eldest child in the first generation, Orasil, was the protector of life, and my firstborn in the fourth generation, Mosarihu, was the personification of the creative spirit. My second child, in the first generation, Koruviya, would be known as the 'Creator of Fire' and forged the heavenly pillars of the universe.
I will never know what would have happened if the Golden Sun had not been destroyed. Koruviya's fire would not have been extinguished, and my daughters would have lived with their creations, free from the judgment of the Golden Sun.
If only the gods and goddesses understood the burden and responsibility given to them—the kings and queens of the seven worlds.
The seventh planet is called 'Dagaz', while some gods and goddesses refer to it as 'Pure World' or 'Arnaqa'. The order of these names will eventually lose meaning as time passes, in the future.
The sun that unites the universe will be destroyed in a hundred million years. If this can be prevented by the Almighty who remains blessed… it should happen by stopping the Golden Sun from killing Himself first. This is a different scenario in which the Golden Sun does not exist. The events in this new reality will continue as before, no matter how many people die during the creation of the Golden Sun. This form of change will cause the Golden Sun to be rejected by existence.
All formations of people know that the word of the Golden Sun has spread; they are not sure how or why He disappeared.
Interrogating such questions will soon be swallowed up by time, cut off without action. I am concerned that the situation is no longer harmonious.
The Almighty created the universe; He did not need to stop until the final creation, using His existence to shape reality, where His memory remains as proof that the universe was once 'abandoned'.
I wonder if I—the Almighty—really existed in the beginning… the answer is hidden in the universe, where I should be….
"… Let's find the edge of the universe." Time froze, and the center of the sixth planet began to revolve around the seventh planet. A meteorite softened one of the fifth planet's moons, breaking it into fragments that flew around the circle of the sickly. No bodies remained, no desposits remained, nothing remained on the rocky ground where the moon had once been, except for the memories engraved in its surface, which told of the long-gone ancestors of the universe.
Pay your respects to your mother, father, brothers, sisters, friends, lovers, and enemies.
What are the verses of the Almighty? Those verses are quite important claims.
The Almighty looks back on His past with guilt. Because I have already decided what I must do next, I will start somewhere if I can choose between continuing somewhere, if I can choose between continuing and stopping the movement of the Golden Sun. Even though space is no longer empty, filled with rocks and stars, I can still feel the lonely gaze upon myself… If I were this universe, I would go and find another path. The last verse of my story… the end of history, written for everyone alive today and beyond.
The Almighty still feels pain, even though He is free. I don't know where or when my universe will collapse again… it continues, this universe has given me hope… what other hope?
I hope for a better future for all those who are safe and still alive today. I must find the beginning of my story… I can not let myself die… I must find my own version, my own way of seeing things! Also, with the words He spoke loudly and echoed throughout the phases of time, the Creator took them, went to the beginning of His universe, and flew into one of His own free and simple forms.
This is where real life appears… in a broken and forgotten timeline, new opportunities await….
The Almighty used Himself, floating above the seven planets, His hand floating majestically at the edge of the space; fourteen gods and goddesses appeared in the sky at the moment of stretching.
The Almighty explores the temptation to awaken the squinting sun in the seven planets, His realm of power, and His forty-four sons and daughters, but fails.
The universe now revolves in the frozen sky, the stars jumbled together, as if staring at something invisible from a distance.
"You are all given a new opprtunity to prove to me that you are worthy to be my children, preventing the inevitable future that awaits me so that a perfect universe can be born," the Almighty declared, actively speaking to His creations, in a strange language He had once taught in a reality that no longer existed, "and since I will have no offspring, you must create your own offspring and make them my grandchildren," he joked, "if you fail to do so, I must destroy this universe nad start over." The Almighty left, disappearing into the emptiness of space and time, "I have made my choice."
At the end of His union, at the beginning of His union, the Almighty picked Himself up. It flew to the largest moon in the solar system faster than anyone could see. He took his playing wrist, made a hole in the moon's surface with an agenda and a prolonged leap into it, and fell into the very deep support hole. At the same time, millions of stones bluntly hoped to bury Him under the grave.
Hidden deep beneath the moon's surface, He cupped His hands and closed His eyes, filling the time until he would awaken to His adequate world.
His recognition, combined with His memories, became the Creator.
A new opportunity for everyone, a second chance for all generations, with the hope that I will succeed this time.
He found that everything had been delayed. Burdened by a single piece, he thought he would be completely written off, unable to hear the gentle waves crashing against his chest and ribs that existed in his logic.
Death awaited me, dying in my dreams and fulfilling his oath, thinking long and hard, the Almighty relinquished Himself to fall, His face wrinkled in sadness, His eyes began to flicker behind His closed eyelids as He desperately clung to the hope of a perfect world where His death would not happen.
In shock outside the tomb on the sixth planet, Qosyn looked up at her love. "You heard Father… what are we waiting for?" the goddess asked her companion, Zezgicia.