Before the world was formed, the universe was merely a blank canvas, a yellowing parchment, darkness without pattern, or a void of light gazing at infinite possibilities. Every beginning always depends on its vessel. Until a single sound, point, or word was inscribed, the emptiness began to show signs of life.
Words and sounds were swirling. The mist of imagination layered. The wind of possibilities brought the elements together, then a spark of wonder occurred. That spark solidified into a single entity.
He incarnated with the freedom of boundless manifestation. His knowledge was the knowledge of the Author. His will was the will of the Author. His power extended as far as the Author's imagination.
With all the privileges bestowed upon him, he became the ruler of Imaginasia. His role as the creator of the universe began. God was his name.
Yet, be aware, O Reader/Listener beyond the imaginary walls! This God was not the deity you worshipped out there, but the first fictitious being, an entity created from the Author's mind. Though he had full control over the fate of all fictitious entities, the Author was not the God of Reality either. The Author was merely the planner of a fictional world, a mortal being beyond the fourth wall who possessed the freedom to choose his beliefs.