I'm too old to feel anymore.

The world could end and I wouldn't feel it. It's like my very own chess game to watch. Something advances. Something moves. Something falls. Something grows. And it happens again.

The cycle of life is that. Just that.

Those old mortal beings are children to me. Their children are like babies. And babies are nothing in my sight.

I have no name now. Perhaps I had one a few hundred centuries ago, but it was lost through the fringes of time. The three call me old master. The other three call me Alpha. Humans and new creatures call me Arceus. I like that. For now, at least. I will get bored of it sooner millennium or later.

Worst part is that I remember it all. I have no living breathing brain to rot over the years. I have all the space to store it. I remember my friends, who died as I lived on. Forever. I remember my anger at injustice. Sadness at blood and death. Love for thousands until I changed shape and had no gender. Happiness for sunrise and sunsets.

Those disappeared. Emotions. I gave them up.

Then I remember the first world. That's the hardest part. A world that was still warm from fire. Explosions. Lots of banging. Impacts.

A world that I was born in.

There was everything in nothing. Seas. Mountains. Valleys. Future cities. Everything was confined to a tiny and big space. Time didn't exist. I could have waited forever and a second. That's when I created time and space. But I didn't expect that thing to arrive in gift wrap and a bow on top with my two. Shadows came from…it. I punished the thing for bad behavior. Banished it to the scrap of the nothing-world that still existed. It didn't like it there until the recent millennium. Now it thrives in it. Learned to have fun with its shadows and anti-matter.

And more things exploded when the humans came. Emotions. Wisdom. Willpower. The new three.

Sometimes I remember. I long for the world to be just me. Wished I never created the two that brought along the one that brought along the countless that brought along the new three.

But I created it. Time is still young. It hasn't learned to walk backwards yet. Always equal, forwards steps.

Thinking deep loses me. I watch my chess game and I think. Ponder. Lose myself for a year or two thinking.

But most of the time, I am nothing. Feel nothing. Think nothing. Want nothing.
How do you smile again?