In a universe far from ours, there was a being close to what we would call “Creator”. Its existence was best defined by what is known to us as energy. The energy was so divine that words known to us would fall short to describe it. Without beginning nor end, this energy floated in an endless void. The time this energy had spent in the void is unknown, for the reason that the concept of time was still nonexistent. Unaware of its own powers it started to create a space out of the void. The space was a product of its own thoughts. As more thoughts came into the mind of this being, the space started to turn into a galaxy. And as the being started to become aware of the galaxy it had created, it had then manifested an ego for itself. Roaming its galaxy for eons it had grown bored by its own existence. It decided to make one final creation before letting go of his meaningless existence. What it chose to make was a world. Not in the same sense as a planet but more like a realm. It made darkness and light, water and fire, earth and the sky, and life and death. Delighted by its own masterpiece it made species that could enjoy the world it had made. It blessed each species with its own unique features. Inspired by its own individuality, it gave each species a name, ego, and basic intelligence. The species, who were now aware of their own existence, chose to live with unyielding gratefulness and loyalty towards their creator. After showing the species all the world has to offer, the being spoke for the first time: