The God of Time and Space was a person who strictly adhered to moral and legal principles. Before countless versions of himself in numerous worlds, he recounted his origin and needs.
In the sky, the image split into countless screens. Some nodded and gave a thread of their soul to him, while others shook their heads in refusal, unwilling to assist this strange outsider.
The soul was one's own, and the God of Time and Space bore no resentment towards those who were unwilling to help. It was, after all, a choice made by "oneself." He simply persisted in his quest, journeying through one world after another.
As he neared the completion of his task, he arrived at a world where houses had collapsed and roads were split open. "Himself" was buried beneath high piles of rubble.
The world consciousness of these worlds had reluctantly allowed the soul of the God of Time and Space to enter; there was no way he could help this "self" who was in his twenties.
