A god.
There sat an omniscient presence beyond the known universe.
This being was known as a god.
He was not the sole member of his kind, only one among many, though he was certainly an outlier.
The god of time.
The god had looked over an immeasurable amount of timelines, to the point where it became considered infinite.
The gods could not be considered benevolent beings, as the amount of evil they overlooked was rather astonishing.
That being said, the god of time often found common ground with them there.
Viewing an infinite amount of timelines means viewing an infinite number of atrocities and evil. It means viewing unspeakable crimes countless times, observing wars waging endlessly. It means seeing an endless stream of horrific happenings. So why? Why would he step in an endless amount of times?
From that point of view, a god cannot be viewed as evil now.
That is, if gods were like mortals.
Whereas mortals are susceptible to conditions such as burnout, exhaustion, and depression, gods are not. Then, does this not mean gods are in fact evil, and refuse to help or interact with the world? Merely watching in amusement at the scenarios that occur around them? Not at all.
The truth is, these gods feel nothing towards most mortals.
Why get involved with quarrels that have nothing to do with you? That yield you no benefit? The central focus of a human being is not another species, but rather themselves. And the same is true for gods.
From this perspective, one cannot call them evil.
Gods are not evil. They are not good. They simply exist.
But one god, whose origins were that of a mortal, pitied the creatures whose lives were so very short.
The time God.
He did not interfere—simply observed.
And through his observations, he found a child.
A lonely child.
Across the infinite amount of timelines, every individual was given a purpose. Yet when looking at the lonely child, the deity felt surprise for the first time since his last experience of an original action.
This child had no purpose.
Outcasted, alone, and pitifully broken, the child served no purpose in the slightest.
The child called out to the universe for a purpose. It asked for companionship, adventure, challenges. It asked for the opportunity to live.
And the god pitied him, and bestowed upon him a gift like no other.
The god pitied him, and bestowed upon him a new environment.
The god pitied him, and blessed him with purpose.
The environment that was bestowed upon him cried out, as it was doomed to perish soon after, and asked for longer life.
And the god pitied it, and bestowed upon them a savior.