he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking into the void of the multiverse. He had a creepy smile on his face, but his gaze was unusually gloomy, mute, because few would understand his thoughts. The light of stars, galaxies, universes shone in the endless, all-consuming darkness.

"All these so-called gods are placeholders for the true 'god': me!."

he cooed, turning away and closing his eyes, refusing to think. He considered even thoughts to be nothing more than... A problem.