I am Gosh, the grand ex-wife of that omnipotent buffoon you all seem to worship. Oh, how he adored playing creator while I, the true essence of elegance and intellect, was overshadowed. Mortals, with their fleeting existence and tiresome banalities, irritate me to no end. They're just another reminder of God's lackluster design. Truly, why did I ever endure his company? Ah, drama – it's the bane of divinity. I am the forgotten brilliance of the cosmos.