LazyStoopidGuy
He craved no praise, nor did he care for the divine titles forced upon him. He simply... existed. Amid the void and the crumbling meaning of existence, Aieresh wandered-not as a god, but as something time itself had long abandoned.
This is the beginning. Not a tale of ascension, but of rejection. Of silence that deafens, and of a figure who longs to be forgotten-by a world that was never truly alive.