After what felt like an eternity of traversing the depths of oblivion, the eyes of Chronos's ethereal form shot open, dazed and blank.
His ethereal form blinked, disoriented and void of recognition.
Yet, within the depths of his being, a profound transformation had occurred.
The fragments of the profound lessons he had gleaned from his ego death experience coalesced into a chaotic tempest, shaping a pseudo-consciousness within his ethereal form.
This time however, it wasn't the usual abyss that met his eyes, but an empty shell of a planet.
In a state of timeless selflessness, Chronos became a conduit for the primal forces of creation.
Ethereal tendrils of multi-colored dimensional energy extended from his etheric apparition, pulsating with boundless potential.
There was no ego to guide his actions, no sense of self to cloud his purpose. He was merely a vessel for the manifestation of existence.
