Many had fallen. Many had stopped. They all should've. I should've. But I never did. I kept going. I shoved away everyone close to me. Everyone that ever cared about me. Everyone that could care about me. Because I had to keep going. I needed to. If I didn't, I would have died with everyone else. If I didn't, I could never get here. But in reality. I was just a man who was scared of the inevitable and wanted to take the crown from God. I made sure no one stopped me. I made sure no one could follow me, and I did. And now that I'm here. In the origin. The nebula of nebulas. The birthplace of God. I had finally gotten here. I had made sure nothing got here with me, so why! Why is it here? Why is HE here!?

In this kaleidoscope of everlasting white, where nothing could ever, should ever, nor will ever exist. How is HE here? In an unending field of nothing, there sat something in the middle of it all.

Now how can something infinite have a middle well... HE made it that way. HE wanted it, and so it happened. This being, that holds no evil in its eyes. No threat in its demeanor. Yet it gave me a terrifying chill. Non like I could ever experience again. A fear that only the first man to walk the earth could have witnessed. Only one that walked the path he chose would know of its horror.

Here in the everlasting, infinite land of an un-intangible complex that is known as the origin of all. Here HE sat. A small orange cat with everlasting green eyes.

I couldn't dear to speak. I wanted to know why he was here, but I already knew. HE was no longer just an idea. No more a simple thought. HE was now principal. HE was now law. HE was now what we had made him. Because the root of where he became what he is now is because of us. Our teachings, our fantasies, our will made HIM.

I tremble in the face of the god spun from our minds. I fear the emptiness of what HE has shown. I wanted to run. Wanted to disappear. Wanted to be anywhere else then here knowing of HIS existence. But I couldn't. Because before I had anything to say, scream, or do, HE spoke.

The creature opened its maw, and he spoke only three words that would shatter me for all of existence.