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Chapter 29: The Creator
Long, long ago, when the concepts of space and time were merely an entertainment to those before us, our slice of existence was… empty, to say the least.
It was an age dominated by nothing, a concept as hollow as the bleak reality it reigned over. An infinite void that spread across all that there wasn't; a pure and hollow darkness that filled the seemingly endless corners of nonexistence.
I was born with the wake of the cosmos still echoing in my ears, stamped with the earliest energies of the universe, and was left to wander through the empty universe alone. I was free to mold this blank canvas; free to create for myself, free to shape the universe to my very liking.
For many long eons, I labored over this strenuous task.
From my very breath, the world was formed; a solitary obelisk at the center of all that had yet to be. From the twinkling of my divine eye, the stars were dispersed; illuminating the macrocosm with their celestial presence. From my every movement, matter bent to my will; setting the foundations for the wandering stars.
I wove a cosmic tapestry of constellations, scattering lumps of titanic rocks, and filling the puzzling void between the stars; giving a purpose to the universe's bleak existence.
But this was only the beginning.
It was with my blessing that the cosmic seas sprung to life. The ambient absence that had accompanied the universe since the very beginning had suddenly vanished; washed away by a deluge of ethereal essence.
From fragments of my immense power, I molded the first of the elder races. They were much like myself, yet lesser. They wished for nothing more than to carry on my work as the creators themselves.
There were the Endermites, master weavers of the fabric of creation, guardians of the mesh of reality.
There were the Dragons, a legendary clan of benevolent artisans who shaped the desolate worlds.
These are the beings accredited with creation.
Let it be known that it was I, the first Ghast, who stood before them and ushered the universe into a Golden Age of prosperity. It was I who passed on the burning torch of creation to my celestial successors. Yet it is I who will be forgotten, reduced to a fading memory, among the mortals; the wretched simple-minded fools who have yet to even grasp at the insignificance of their miniscule presence in the vastness of the universe.
I will remind them of my greatness, of my immense power, and they will have no choice but to worship me as their ultimate deity.
They will remember.
I will make them remember.
