In a different plane from this one, a young god relaxed in the comfort of his beautiful room.
This room was wide and even though it appeared to have walls that formed boundaries, in truth, it did not.
It was just an illusion created by mortal minds. This was because gods dwelled in far higher dimensions incomprehensible to the mind of a mortal.
This god lay on his cloud-soft bed as an angel with two pairs of wings fed him little grapes that shone like little stars.
Just then, he felt a shift in his mind and he paused. He sat up right as he pushed the angel away. He frowned tightly, "Which god is trying to steal my puppet? First it was to obstruct my prophecy and now this!?"
