After Wandering for Hundreds of Billions of Years, I Became the God of Creation

World. This is also a new world. There is endless sky here. There are clouds here as soft as water. There are also trees that cover the sky and the sun, the turbulent sea, and the thick earth. The first protagonist here is not a human, but a person with wings. This world is still barbaric, and people have just learned to put on clothes. When the first snow falls from the sky, the animals on the ground begin to hide. Because it is winter, the wind blowing to the earth is blowing wildly, cold and icy. There are very few creatures still active in the outside world during this season. Those whose fur is not thick enough have hid in caves early. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.