I wake up in my old childhood bed. "Wait, that doesn't make sense", I tell myself. I fell asleep on the couch downstairs, how did I end up here? Maybe my parents took me upstairs? Then, in a moment of clarity, I had a realization. I don't live with my parents anymore. It doesn't make sense for me to be in their old house. My sickness is made up - it was something I just randomly imagined. Breaking into hysterical laughter, I realize that I don't want to do that again.
Note to self: don't imagine myself getting injured, sick, or dead. I can actually make that happen, and then I could forget that I am a god and actually die! That would be a new one to put in the history books: "Recently ascended god dies due to suicide." Has that ever happened in mythology? Where a god imagines his own death and therefore dies forever? But wait. I'm a god now. That means I can do anything. Even time can be undone in my hands, so why can't my death? Can God imagine himself so dead that even he cannot undo it?
Can I even control time? I haven't tested that yet.
Imagining myself in a new area, I see myself surrounded by trees, the sun gracefully shining through the leaves above me, tree branches playing with each other like two little kids rubbing each other's crowns. The trees grow taller and wider, sometimes reaching into each other's spaces but for the most part just peacefully coexisting. Some trees fall due to random chance, but for the most part the trees grow happily. Accelerating time even further, trees start to die, first just a few and then the rest all at once. Rot begins to become a common occurrence and the smaller trees and the unlucky ones start to fall over and rot even more.
Everything is dead around me as all of the trees that would fall have fallen and turned into dust. Dust coats the ground in an ashy grey coat and my brain automatically starts to fill in the background. The sky thunders as lightning strikes - with huge dark clouds loom full of malice and scorn as rain pours, soaking the old-man look I've subconsciously given myself. Bald with a two foot long grey beard in a soaked white robe, I stare intensely into the distance. Determined to see things through the end, I walk, step by step to the mountain in my sight.
Upon arriving at the foot of the mountain, the sky roars. The mountain is afraid. Staring up into the rain and lightning, I yell "Accelerate! ACCELERATE!" In an instant, I experience the change in the seasons. The clouds above are flying as they rotate around the planet accelerating past millions of miles per hour, but the mountain and I don't move. A staring contest ensues between myself and the mountain as the mountain refuses to crumble or break. After thousands, maybe millions of years, I start seeing signs of erosion. Beyond the normal rockfalls and avalanches, the mountain is actually losing height due to rain and width due to wind.
Seeing victory at hand, I move. For the first time in the eons that have passed, I lift my arm and turn my hand. With this slight movement, everything rages. Unable to withstand all of the changes applying to it at once, the mountain crumbles. First, a crack forms near the top of the mountain. That crack spreads wide across the mountain until suddenly, it breaks. Half of the mountain falls over onto the side as a sheer cliff forms. The center now exposed, more and more cracks form throughout the mountain, accelerating its breakage. Finally, the mountain falls. Eons pass and soon nothing is left of it but a dirt mound, not even a quarter of the height the mountain used to reach. Next, nothing at all. The area is just slightly higher than the surroundings, maybe by an inch. No one would ever know a mountain was here.