In the annals of history—written not on parchment but in the very stars themselves—there lies a tale beyond time. A tale of a man, a human just like you, whose journey transcends the ordinary fabric of life and reaches into the depths of the cosmos. Though I am called many things, including God, know this: I am as human as any of you reading this story now. Insane, right? But there's a secret behind the madness, and it's a story that spans eons.

Let's begin, shall we?

More than twenty millennia ago, in a world not unlike your own, I was just a man. I lived the frenetic life of the ordinary: school, work, relationships, all tangled up in the chaotic mess we call life. It was a time of immense challenge and transformation, where the humdrum of daily existence masked the undercurrents of change that were beginning to ripple through the fabric of reality itself.

Then came the theory—an idea so audacious that even its conception seemed improbable. A modern scientist, whose name is now lost to time, postulated that the fabric of our universe was intertwined with other realities, tethered by the enigmatic forces of timelines, stars, and space. The theory was dismissed as the ravings of a madman, a piece of speculative fiction rather than scientific inquiry. But then, against all odds, it came true.

Phenomena of unimaginable strangeness began to occur. Reality warped and twisted, and the very essence of life started to vanish like mist on a summer's day. People turned into eerie, monstrous things, their humanity stripped away by forces beyond comprehension. The world descended into chaos. Those who killed these monstrosities met their end through bizarre, natural causes, leaving no saviors and no heroes.

During this apocalyptic upheaval, I was struck unconscious—a fortunate twist of fate, perhaps, for when I awoke, millennia had passed. Life as I knew it was gone, replaced by a universe turned inside out. The world was shattered, torn asunder by the cataclysmic forces unleashed by the theory's revelation. And I, well, I was no longer just a man. I had ascended, transformed into a being with rare god-like abilities.

Insane, right? But such was my new reality. Alone and adrift in a universe devoid of life, I began to explore the depths of my newfound powers. Seclusion became my solace, and the eons rolled by as I delved into the mysteries of existence. Some might call it cultivation; I call it survival.

Over time, I mastered the art of creation and destruction, the fundamental forces that govern all things. With a mere thought, I could create worlds, entire realities springing forth from the vastness of my imagination. And with equal ease, I could destroy them, returning them to the void from whence they came.

Yet, even a god can yearn for more than mere existence. I began to reincarnate myself into the worlds I created, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life anew, each existence a new chapter in an endless story. In some worlds, I was a hero; in others, a villain. But always, I was seeking, searching for something indefinable.

As I sit here, penning this tale, know that the journey is far from over. There are countless worlds yet to explore, and many more secrets to uncover. For in the infinite tapestry of time and space, even a god can find wonder and mystery.

Welcome to my story, the genesis of a forgotten god