You were born before the time of civilisation. A powerful demigod. You could coax the weather to change, or flowers to blossom at a snap of a finger, or a soft word.

When the humans finally figured your immense powers out, they worshipped you. Even in your young years, when you could not understand their appraise.

One day, you were lounging in the gold glistening temple of yours, as a presence made itself known. „High Being?“ Amore asked tentatively. You perked up upon hearing his voice.