To the fourth dimension!
So.. 400 years has passed! All beings have achieved Zenith god! And the new born Zeinith is all grown up! He and his circle of Creators(those colours I mentioned), are on planet Frost. Getting ready to take off further passed it! To endless nowhere.
Cold: Hey. Take all you need.
Zeienith and gods: Ah thank you my dear friend! But the last meal was all we should partake. Remember us when things are sudden.
Cold: Hey. I fear not! 'Cause you say God!
Zeinith: Don't worry. He will do it.
Cold: I know it! (Thumbs up!)