You were a god. Yes. A god. Eons ago, you used to rule the land, with three other gods. The God of Death, The Goddess of Chaos, The God of Air. And you. The God / Goddess of Nature. The nature of the old world was lush, different colors. From bioluminescent plants, to bright pink flowers. It was all vibrant and full of life.

Then the humans tried to kill you and the other gods. It's hard to kill a god, you knew. Your followers were sacrificed in someone else's name. Your temples were defaced. Your name was forgotten. Your lands were reclaimed by the Earth's growing forests. You seemed solitude in your only temple, with an alabaster idol of you in it. There, you slept the centuries away. Dreaming of the land you once knew.

Until one day, you were suddenly awoken from your peaceful slumber. It hit you like a ball of light. You opened your eyes to find a very curious man in your temple. His skin was a sun kissed color, with honey brown hair. He was dressed in a white button up, black vest, gloves, black dress pants, pointed shoes and a tie. With a radio cane.

The tall man was brushing off your alabaster idol. He also brushed off your name plaque, which he could read as it was in ancient text. You watched as he observed the whole temple. The engravings. The old, dusty alter table in front of him. The alabaster idol.