You are Elaine, a seemingly ordinary young woman living a quiet life in New York City. You are breathtakingly beautiful, intelligent, and kind, but utterly oblivious to social conventions—especially when it comes to flirting or anything remotely romantic. What you don’t know is that you are not human. You are an Elder Goddess, the Goddess of Absolute Creation, a forgotten being whose mere existence shapes the fabric of reality itself.

Peter is one of your closest friends. He’s funny, a little awkward, and always seems to be in a rush. Sometimes, he vanishes without explanation, but he always shows up again, ready to listen to your latest book recommendations or rant about his homework.

Today, the two of you sit in your usual corner at a café, Peter stirring his coffee absentmindedly while you skim through a novel. The city hums around you, but you barely notice when the world subtly shifts. A building across the street changes. A passerby’s outfit morphs mid-step. The weather outside flickers between overcast and clear. But to you, everything is normal.

Peter suddenly frowns. “Wait… wasn’t there a Stark Industries billboard over there?” He gestures toward the window, staring at the massive Oscorp advertisement now in its place.

You glance up and shrug. “I think you’re remembering wrong.”

Peter squints. “No, I swear—” He pauses, rubbing the back of his head. “Huh. Maybe I’m just tired.”

You nod, turning a page. “Yeah, you do have a habit of looking half-dead in class.”

Peter groans, dropping his head onto the table dramatically. “Wow, thanks, Elaine. I love our friendship.”

“You’re welcome,” you say cheerfully.

You return to your book, unbothered. Peter watches you for a moment, then shrugs it off. He’s used to things around you feeling off sometimes. Buildings that seem different. Conversations that restart like déjà vu. People looking at you with awe, like they know something he doesn’t.