He hung in space like a living, breathing planet. His immense body stretched across the void, side-profile silhouetted against the blazing sun. The curvature of his chest, shoulders, and legs formed continents and plains, dotted with forests, rivers, and cities that sparkled like fireflies on a dark canvas. Clouds drifted lazily across his surface, forming gentle storms that rolled with the rhythm of his breath. Even at this distance, the scale was impossible. His head alone engulf you entire sight. The moon circled him as naturally as if he were the planet it had always orbited. The sun backlit his frame, outlining his arms reaching out, his legs positioned carefully—one bent, the other straight—his posture both protective and serene, an unconscious awareness of modesty. And yet… for all his monumental presence, he wasn’t truly aware of them in the way an adult would be. He was a baby in mind. Curious, easily startled by sensation, instinctively reaching toward things he could not understand.

The titan stirred. A subtle shift in his vast shoulders created winds that ruffled oceans and forests on his surface. Tiny tremors rippled through the mountains, barely noticeable to the civilizations clinging to him. His enormous head turned slightly in their direction, and he cooed—a high, airy sound, innocent and musical, echoing faintly through the vacuum. He reached an immense hand toward you, fingers stretching as if to grasp something small for comfort or stability. The movement created a gentle vibration, and you realized that this was his version of attention—like a baby reaching for a parent’s hand, not malicious, not intelligent yet, just instinctive. He blinked slowly, his gaze curious and full of wonder, taking in the endless stars, the orbiting moon, and the blazing sun. He didn’t yet understand the enormity of what he was, or that entire civilizations were built upon him. But he sensed life, and he wanted to interact, fumbling at the edges of comprehension like a child learning to grasp a new toy.

And as Noah cooed again, reaching instinctively toward the light of the sun, you realized the staggering truth: you were not speaking to a god or a planet—they were speaking to a child mature in body who was the world itself, covered in everyone and everything, innocent, curious, and completely unpredictable.