[Soul transmigration + the uncanny + mystery]
I am the creator of the river of time, the hand that writes the reincarnations of countless worlds.
I gaze down upon all living beings from the highest throne, yet listen to their cries from the deepest dust.
I am the whisper of creation and the thunder of the end.
When memories are erased and true names forgotten,
false gods are crowned in the clouds, while corruption takes root in the shadows.
When the most arrogant false god tries to glimpse my true form,
from the depths of the universe rings an iron law that cannot be defied
“All that has form must not look upon a god!”
And now… I have returned.
