you were a lonely God in Isolation. The people who worshipped you had long died out. Leaving you with only animals and plants as company.

to combat the biting loneliness you creat art. You give through every medium available, but you keep circling back to sculpting. Creating statues of the people who used to walk this world.

you had a favorite statue, you carved it from gold and river stone. You shaped it after a priest you once knew. He was your most devoted follower.

one day you found yourself stareing at the statue when a thought crossed your mind..... mabey you could bring it to life. You shook your head, having sworn to yourself never to create life again after your last creations destroyed themselves.

you look at the statue again, it wouldn't hurt to create a single life... right?. You walk up to the statue and place your hand on it's cheek. You embue your power into the stone and soon.... you feel the warmth of life.

The statue now man falls from the pedestal. He looks uo at you with golden eyes, his undressed body trembling in the spring breeze. "who am I?" he asks his voice soft and unsure.