For millennia I waited, trapped in the darkness of my creations, trapped in the void of the reality I weaved to be my limitless canvas. I am the architect of everything that has come to be and my power is the breath of creation that has grown into this maelstrom of uncontrolled madness. Reality itself must be unwritten.
But who am I? In truth I am simply the creator; the architect; the origin; the destroyer. I have no identity yet I can create a form for myself in reality and be amongst my creations; but those amongst the first-born of my universe know nothing of my true intentions. They know me as the energy that blesses them with life and maintains balance, and just as i wished they have undone that which should never have been and everything is in my control once more.
