The Creator awakens and walks the earth. He sees all kinds of people pursuing happiness: some try to pluck the moon from the sky, while others dream of becoming gods.
They are no different from one another. All are pursuing happiness.
As time passes, his humanity fades, replaced by divine nature.
This is an age of theocracy, but people are dissatisfied with the gods' rule. Why should the gods decide who lives and dies? Why should they be allowed to twist the meaning of happiness at will?
The Tower of Babel, a symbol of humanity's struggle against the gods, rises into the sky. But the Creator merely divides their languages, and suspicion takes root in their hearts. From that day on, the tower lies abandoned.
To fight the gods, humanity is even willing to ally with demons.
From that day onward, winter never ends. An order that lasted for millennia collapses, and all moral codes are cast aside. People never see the sun again, and the twilight of the gods seems to have returned.
But humanity... can never truly stand against the gods.
A bit cliche
I feel confused.