Everyone who has ever existed and will exist will always have at least one question unanswered. This is the way the world has been built, the way it was meant to be.
Every little thing that is happening has happened, will happen, did happen. No one can ever change that. The choices were made and every single being in the world will live and die with that. Because it was they're doing that made everything after the creation unfold the way it did.
But there are always people not knowing and not doing anything of meaning all their lives. The ones that did nothing, the impartial ones. Little did they know and little did they do. Perhaps, that is the mistake that everyone makes. Is it only they're a mistake?
"Hey, looks like you're lost staring at the horizon again," said a boy.
He stood at around 5''6', had black short hair, and was brown-eyed.
He was wearing the appropriate attire that the male citizens of the Island wore, and his appearance resembled the original humans before the falling.
The attire he was wearing consisted of a white tunic made from wool and animal skins. For his underwear, he wore a piece of rag also made from wool that was tied to both his legs and waist. Covering them was a pair of brown trousers.
A curly white-haired, roughly 6'1" green-eyed boy that was wearing the exactly same thing as the first boy answered.
"You know me, I always like to imagine how the world is out there"
They were standing on a huge cliff north of Randor. Randor was an island far of on the Pacific Ocean.
From there you could see the whole land mass. The south, the east, and the west forests where you were never supposed to go, the trail back to town, and the vast ocean that masked far away lands.
"Come on get up, your mother is getting worried sick Goliath"
Goliath got up and started to trail back in town alongside his friend down the muddied bricked road that was built many years ago.
This was the only main road built and It connected every small village on the island with smaller crossroads connected in between it.
They hadn't walked for even a fraction of the road when before them an old white-bearded man with no hair, seemingly in his seventies or eighties appeared.
Everyone knew each other on the island, so this was a man they never had seen before.
Sweat began to drip from their bodies.
Dreadfulness started to entangle both of them, paralyzing them in place.
Their mind was emptied, and everything disappeared.
They couldn't see color anymore, and the trees that occupied the right and left sides of the road decimated. Only the outline of the road was in front of them now, everything was black.
They wanted to run, they wanted to speak, but all they could do was see and listen.
And then the old man spoke.
"Do you know who I am?"
They tried again to vocalize their sorrow ... but they still couldn't.... still incapacitated physically but internally screaming .....
The man continued.
"Everything you observe, anything you touch and feel, every action you take, anyone and anybody is ruled by me. You may both speak now"
Their thoughts finally liberated and escaped, like a slave freed from his life of misery.
And as if a bird had been allowed to fly away after being kept In a cage, the sound of the vocal cords connected and waved in the air. And they both said:
"Who are you"
And he answered.
"I am the god of this world."