HE IS AN AUTHORITARIAN GOD. The same can be said about the present. There is no need to discuss further how a true god should live; it is self-evident. That would only cause more confusion than an enthusiastic mind could handle. He declares himself to be the Decided One. He is illuminated by the destiny of the most obscure beings, polishing his time as he floats on the edge of the universe, sparkling in eternal darkness.
He was accustomed to all the inhabitants of the empty, supernatural universe who had to watch with boredom as their supposedly omnipotent God suddenly erased His will to live from His own existence in an instant.
"If the mighty one of the Almighty has been ridden. Who knows, now there is a possibility that I will see something new. True, everything will end as it is now, empty and meaningless," a monotonous, indistinct voice emerged from the darkness as the single God smiled. Many voices wandered mysteriously. This did it; a monotonous voice nearby calmed him. The deviation in the voice came from the singularity of his head; the voice only groaned, narrated, while the other voices he had heard before were illusions created by his pious mind. The members of the space were clearly raging because something big had happened.
That's right. The pulse of life will get used to all this….
Thus, this lonely God has no purpose in the universe other than to fill the emptiness around him with his meaningless existence. Without anxiety, I have no feelings about my dark self, the lonely God snores mockingly in his own head before letting out a steady laugh. Only then does his focus shift to a treasure. This single imagination may play out something that has happened and may be related to neglect. That realisation makes his previously dull face a little gloomy. Never mind, now that time, the prerogative has been revoked.I embodied the creation of my destiny through a path I had unwittingly taken. It's possible that I would fade away as an individual, or truly have a meaningful end, other than being a part-time creature studying the higher-ups. I wanted the top scenario, where the first must always be the top.
Regulating his breath with reflected anticipation, which is also neglected because his fingers cannot be felt communally, singing, he is a living being who will give meaning to his existence, which continues to be meaningless. He tramples on the gods who paraded in the past and future. Still, one star has disappointed many figures in maintaining the universe.
"Tell me about my joy, my lack of youth. What do you preach?" the lonely fool asked silently, but the young golden-haired star did not answer. The handwriting of his own power only stared blankly into the endless emptiness of the universe that surrounded him.
There was no reason to be emotional. Sadness drifted away into the distance and disappeared, completely forgotten. Ah, let it be, I am sad, said the Almighty's heart. It felt silly to play with the stars as if he were no longer a bachelor.
But still, he let it be. Nothing could or would change that his power created a meaningless universe for him to have fun with. Full of joyful moments, the Creator had decided to stand tall in his fragile identity. Why did I never do anything if it was only a matter of time before I was destined to kill myself for a brilliant reason? He searched for anyone and found no one interested. Moreover, there wasn't even a glimmer of light in the wild universe. At least it was nice to know that the universe itself wouldn't stab him in the back like shit….
"Waseso," he pronounced his own name at will, "Stunned by the possibility, you must ask whether the universe thinks so or whether the end of all things has been determined for you, oh, God of Boredom."
It has been about a billion decades since Waseso, part of the Almighty, found himself floating above a blank canvas in the dark attic of existence. His gaze was fixed on the fight of young stars full of virtue, which, through his strange feelings, appeared in the atmosphere. How unusual it was that inanimate objects could influence him from among all the universe's inhabitants—he could see the stars as his children constructively, dreaming of their faces and hair colours so clearly that he could distinguish the atoms of their substance.
Their values make him unmotivated to create anything or go anywhere different for some inexplicable reason.
Based on this subject, he was moved to do something about his existence, naming himself, but the universe ultimately burned him out. When he became the God of Boredom, his fulfilment became continuous, with all the mega projects he used to do becoming boring. He was equated with forgetting his former life, when he lived with a need.
However, the universe has become a steadfast will, sincerely desiring to become its dwelling place and giving it divine impetus.
Giving up if I can't escape this confinement soon…. Isn't giving up just prolonging the agony? Or is there something out there that will capture my desire?
Waseso heard voices calling his name. He was stunned by the voices calling him 'Majesty,' a completely unexpected sound that his own ears could hear. They murmured in his mind, each word trembling and echoing from the darkness of the horizon; all of which made this lonely God laugh for the first time in his wretched existence.
Well, what now? Look around at how the universe is destroying his plans! This time, after the darkness finally destroyed me—the Almighty—holding the universe until I breathed His last breath. The time of all this is my illness. This climate is responsible for being destroyed by one instrument or another. Gently cleansed!
A complicated destiny, the lonely one laughs cynically. A sign from the universe at this moment… It seems to have lasted too long! Even as the world begins to show a parade of suffering, extinguishing all that remains because the pilots and heroes have succeeded in freeing the kings. Death cannot defeat me in its pure form! Extinguish everything! And extinguish some more!
For the sake of the Almighty, who speaks to himself privately….
The Lonely One, who also called himself the Field of the End of the World, let himself fade along with his grand plan to create a universe and fill it with creatures that brought life, breeding discontent. Every living creature returned to where it belonged. The universe was fine with its naturalness.
Waseso began to work, surprised by the fact that he was working so hard. He realised, 'I want to live again.' Moving to disappear quietly as he had in the past, he admitted that death was a natural consequence of life because the passage of time had spread.
That's it….
The stars on the empty canvas of the space poked and prodded, snoring with sadness and self-anger during Waseso's visit. I need comfort. Without it, the universe needs a new God to show its shadow. Waseso stepped over his toes, the lonely one descending into the belly of hell, where it seemed that all evil creatures, scoundrels, and most of the gods and goddesses of the past appear on the planets, humans, and forgotten demons. Waseso found them in a pure and unburdened state. Waseso was welcomed home with open arms, clinging to the red sky while waiting for restructuring, in various ways.
"What?—what? Are you happy with me, this lonely creature, being in this shelter?" he mocked the creatures below. "This is not a shelter, because you are not silent gods or goddesses. I am as certain of that as I am of your existence in my embrace." Waseso was deceiving them. "Praise me, you should know better than to toy with me. When I first fell into the void, I was originally a wave of the Almighty."
There was an explosion of cosmic energy, but together, nothing worked.
What floats from the Almighty is only a player; he works to become a beautiful, shining sun that illuminates his surroundings. I was broken because I was born alone, but now I have met my fellow God, who is intelligent and virtuous.
As much time as tomorrow, an imagination once again caught his attention. An inexplicable commodity had managed to escape the destruction that came with a universe dense with nothingness. A little light pulsed through the dark poison of cosmic dilution. The light seemed to swell, entirely a spark from one of the suns shrouded in darkness.
On the contrary, his curiosity was piqued by the light that his eyes had just caught, because instead of going straight to the place of his anger, he went to investigate the spark. The rinsing of light was meaningless in the ancient sense, but favouritism became an intriguing mystery in his mind. The pretence of light continued to flicker, but nothing was visible as darkness consumed it abundantly, contaminating all the members of his body that continued to feel lonely. Strange sentiments filled his heart with bitter consolation; power seemed to transform him into a subatomic ceiling, breathing for his problems as he closed his sharp eyes.
He awoke at the edge of space, his eyes fixed on the blinding light from the distant nebula explosion. There they were, two slanted figures approaching him with faint smiles on their faces: a handsome young man with an irresistible smile of satisfaction on his predictable face, plus a man not much older than the God of loneliness who seemed afraid to defend himself, considering that for the first time in his eternal existence, he begged to cry. The two figures had to appear real before he realised they were not just figments of his imagination.
"Finally back on the floor of your reality…" their voices echoed. "It's been so long since we last saw you, Almighty. What has befallen us in this other world of yours? If only you hadn't deigned to tell us…."
"You two have already made a difference in my life. It's all over now. Prosperity be with you both."
"All you need to realise about your situation is… have you realised it yet?" the older-looking figure asked himself. The two figures looked the same when Waseso was young and when he was old; naked figures with beards and white hair.
"By the way… I already know that. But go ahead, you whispering devils…" Waseso interrupted with remarkable effect.
"Your fate doesn't have to end like ours, my poor twin…" The younger past was deceiving. Both stared in amazement at themselves standing before them, their faces twisted into evil smiles.
"Is this so-called rewriting of fate really possible? You guys are incredible." The lonely one, born older than his past self, replied.