Half Split

In the distant past where nothing is yet created there exist a god who wanders the nebula alone. The god is wandering left and right travelling million's of light years per step yet the god couldn't find life that exist. The god is questioning the world that created him. Why is he alone in this nebula where countless circles are floating without life why is he the only one that trully exist the being only alive. He has search for answers in his mind trying to find the best answer yet none came to his mind. Countless years pass by he began playing with the circles he named Penal for the identity of all the circles he can see