One day.
One beautiful day.
Someone was born...
Nobody knew in there right minds that they would be the first a god has ever seen once they were created in this world.
A cruel world.
A world full of pedophiles and rapist and people who will back stab you and hurt you just for the satisfaction of pleasure from your pain.
There is in fact no hope in the past that this world will ever be perfect like how the first creators had made it once in the beginning...
But.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
One person could change that.
The God Of Creation.
The Creator.
However.
How could one messily person call themselves a god without having physical proof? You can speak of a lie and everyone will believe it, you can tell the truth but people will think it's a lie...
"The boogeyman is real he's real I tell you!"
Everyone believed it.
"I think there is something wrong with me"
And you get called over dramatic.
...
In the creators paradise nobody is unhappy.
Everyone becomes a shadow.
May sound sketchy but you can do so many things.
Almost like you can be just like her.
You can be a boy, you can dye your hair wacky colors, you can wear whatever you want!
Nobody will believe that.
"There's no such thing"
"Your not a god"
"Stop lying to get attention"
If only the people believed her in the beginning would they be saved...
Tho we can talk about that later my child.
I want you to believe.
So let's take this to the beginning shall we?
