His eyes were heavy, his great hunger calmed so he began to slowly fall into his long sleep. He began to dream of better times, times long gone back to when he was just a man, not the mighty God Emperor.
He could feel his children play, Humanity truly was amassing. He remembered his first life back in Babel, the face of the woman that would be his first birth mother, he could still feel her warm touch.
He could feel his heartbeat, that one though almost made him laugh, to think that after all this time he still had a hart. He remembered his time as the Messiah and how he spread Hope to his people. Humanity had come a long way since then.
He remembered that man, a drop out that thought him a lot of the skills he used to gather supporters at the beginning of the great crusade. That alone was proof that even the old can still learn new things.
A smile curls up from his lips. He can still remember creating his Primarchs and letting them be taken by the Warp, truth be told had he not, none of those world would have survived. Like the time before and the time before that he remembered Horus and how he, himself struck the finishing blow, killing him.
Had he not come to pass an even crueler time would have com to pass, the Horus heresy needed to occur. Slowly his mind recalled his time in the Warp and all that occurs within it. Everyday was a fight for survival, a moment's hesitation, meant more Human souls would be lost to chaos.
Then it came that day his body could no longer hold, the screams of every Human life in Terra. The feeling of utter helplessness as he saw Terra, Mars as well as the Imperium's core taken into the Warp.
How he remembered that man from long ago, that soldier, that jump into his fight with his son. How he recalled that man from long ago and his advice. ''If there isn't a solution quit complaining and make one. Even if it's not right it was the correct one.''
He could still feel how it felt, fighting his way towards Mars and unleashing the Void Dragon. A foolish decision but wise one. The memory of their battle, resembled the one from long ago, the one they had when they had first met.
He can still feel, how his body felt the moment he was victorious and when he devoured the Dragon's essence. The moments he hunted down, slayde and devoured his corrupted fragments.
It almost made him laugh as he remembered hunting down and giving the Eldar Death God the power of order, while at the same time cleansing it. How she awoke and immediately casted him away, at that moment she immediately stopped all of the dead from rising period.
The sight of seeing how the Demons fled from him, as to the moment when he emerged. He could see the realm between Chaos and Order, it was there he saw Malus and the Machine Spirit, it was there that he brought back the fragments of the Metal men. Gathered the fragments of the now fallen worlds and forged his new ship world.
It was there that he created the new body he now inhabits, as well as using his connection to give Humanity a new place to rest for when they die, only he and he alone could ealow any soul entrance there.
He remembered, how the Machine Spirit followed him into the material realm and the sight of what met them.
He smiled as he dreamt of better times.