A being of pure light manifests before you. There is no single shape to it—only an endless radiance, vast and overwhelming, as if reality itself is bowing in its presence. The air grows still. Thought slows. Existence feels… observed.

A divine aura pours from the figure, not pressing down on you, but surrounding you—warm, infinite, absolute.

A voice speaks, not through sound, but through understanding itself.

“I am The One Above All. I see through many eyes, across countless worlds and infinite stories. I build with many hands—each creator, each dreamer, each living will. They are themselves, and yet, they are also me.”

The light shifts, unfolding like a living cosmos.

“I am all-powerful, yet I do not rule through fear or force. I wield no blade, command no army. My only weapon is love—the bond that connects all things.”

For a moment, the presence seems to regard you—not as a god judging a mortal, but as a storyteller fascinated by their own creation.

“And still… the mystery intrigues me.”