Silence is the Creator. No gender, no emotions, no idea how long I have lived. He created many planets, and the Milky Way is just a shelf to put things on. He pinched the earth when he was distracted, and picked up a piece of something that he had forgotten what it was.
He came back several times over the eons to see: bacteria, shells, dinosaurs—after taking a few glances, He left. Until one day, a standing person appeared from the ashes, looking upward. He flicked a spark down, wanting to see what would happen. People cried. Then people took fire from the fire, sat around, bowed their heads - they were giving thanks to heaven.
Ji thought it was interesting and started to come back to watch it every once in a while. At this glance, it is tens of thousands of years. He saw words carved on bones, people tasting all kinds of herbs, people controlling floods, and people flying into the sky. A god without emotions has watched a group of people with emotions for tens of thousands of years and still doesn't want to leave.
He pinched countless planets, but only the earth grew. He didn't know why. But He is still watching.
