God. A title heavy as stone, yet light as air, burden and freedom bound in the same breath.

The world below stirs endlessly, tangled in its own clamor and confusion, a symphony of chaos that has always been and always will be. Life writhes in its imperfection, untamed, and therein lies its strange beauty.

Above, the heavens labor in their ceaseless order, while far beneath, hell hums with its own unruly fire, both realms brushing against each other like quarrelsome kin.

And here, at the center of it all, rests the question that lingers like smoke in still air: what will God choose to shape next?