Death in front of him would bloom to life.
Life flourished wherever this being turned His attention.
His thoughts is the genesis of countless galaxies, stars, and worlds, each teeming with the potential for life.
Fear would turn into courage.
And life will thrive wherever he wills it.
This being possess the visage of a young man. When he breathes, life and good fortune keep filling the Universe.
Each movement, each moment, all that is good and all that is fortunate, happens because he exist.
Life is created because he exist, and it is nurtured because he exist.
This primordial being shrouded with an aura of creation cracks his neck and smiles again
"Struggling, fighting, thinking, trying to find a way out. How could I not love these mortals?"
With a joyful chuckle, his happiness radiated like a brilliant light, infusing even the most lifeless corners of the universe with the essence of life.
