Curious.
Has it always been this way for him? Or for them? Or perhaps for us ?
He did not know.
Perhaps that was why he was so curious—he thought that by discovering new things, he might one day discover himself.
But by now, he had lost hope of that.
As something that existed before existence itself—no matter how nonsensical that sounded—there was nothing he did not know.
Or so he thought.
Until today.
He found something interesting.
A new race, a young one that had existed for less than two million years.
They were an intriguing species, though their planet was weak, fragile, and volatile. Their civilization had been wiped out many times, yet they survived.
Unfortunately, it did not matter.
The entire galaxy was barren, devoid of any truly useful resources.
Even the Aeather was nonexistent.
He wondered—what if they had been born in the right place in the universe?
He wanted to see their future.
And so,
The universe bent to his will.
Space shifted.
What was once barren became rich.
Aeather overflowed.
Even the air seemed more vibrant.
Yet, in truth, nothing had changed.
This was still the same place.
Only now, everything beyond their planet—Earth, as they call it—had become a paradise.
Of course, with heaven naturally comes hell.
Creatures that had previously lacked the conditions to exist began to manifest.
Slowly but surely, the galaxy started to feel more alive.
Though it would take a few hundred years for this transformation to fully unfold, he wondered—could this young race survive what was to come?
Of course, that wasn't his concern.
After all, he was merely passing by.