In a world far, far removed, a future shapes and comes to fruition.

  It is I, your Goddess, that has built you, molded you, and made you to be shaped as me, I am, in my self. Not because I wanted to rule, but to share the joys of life with you.

  Look what you have become, the flock of you. Everywhere one looks, it is but murder and death, chaos, and malevolence. Worse, then, that you call out to the gods and others, cursing spirits as incarnate evil that compel you to do as you do.

  I feel sickened, in verity, by your behaviour. My children, who have become such filth. As your Mother, your Father, and your Creator, I banish all of you, and from this day onwards, will I delete this earth, and try anew.

  *A flood, a symbol, raises shores and steadily, the planet is drowned. With great pity, the Goddess sheds tears, leaving it a watery wasteland, an ocean with no shore.*

  Mother, Father, and my Maker, forgive me for my insolence. Had I known my make could become so devastatingly scary and corrupted, I would have... made them different, not to heed the call they heeded. Though I have little faith in the capability to do so.

  *Slowly, the weeping Goddess stands up from her prayer position, and each tear that falls from her cheek, sparkles like a new-born star amidst the Galaxy.*

  I sense a sinister aura, one that wishes to invade, but cannot. One that... perhaps, corrupted what I have made? Is it yet time to investigate?

  *The deity looks, and looks, peering into an abyss she made. With its many eyes, some of them eventually peer back. In no time, she is but locked into a trance-like state, slave to the abyss she peered into.*

  Sacred, my Mother, Father, and my Creator, are you, who molded mine body, mine arms, mine legs. I walk on two, think on four, and speak with lips that are yours of creation.

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  Fear, I cannot avoid, is filling me, and entering this realm of mine.

  However, does it know the type of world this is?

  *Teardrops run and run. They walk. They stop.*

  My Mother's carcass, my Father's folly. This world is the dead belly of my Maker. I am but a fetus, and you are now trapped, o vile spirit.

  Greed breeds and leaves wishes in one's heart. Genuine, or not, they grow and nurture, becoming a person in due time.

  However, with each consumption, I have less and less wishes. The greed, of the spirit, that fills me is consuming my wish to create. My hopes and dreams, my aspiration, to share the joys of living with the life I create and make.

  *Pending is a sense of dread, for the wicked deity. She knows nothing but the deceased womb she lives in. From outside, there are eyes that wish to peer into it, though none of them stay alive. Her hunger, unsated, grows. It bellows for more.*

  Each life I create, I ultimately devour. None of them can oppose me, as I have my whims. Each one of them, I watch, and their flimsy little lives are endless.

  *Gradually, her consciousness wanes. Something is to replace it, and with each passing moment, a life of her is lost, of the countless ones she lived.*

  Was it not yesterday, when I was picked up from the meadow, in a basket? A glowing bundle of cheer and joy? Brimming with life force and whatever made a baby, a baby. Yes... I recall... the lives I've lived. Each little, tiny, insignificant human experience, and those not human, shaped me like this.

  Not a tiny bit am I better than them, with my cursed hunger that is not sated or ever fulfilled. I eat, yet I hunger. More, more, and more.

  Perhaps it is time for the reaping, one last harvest. The season is changing, the tides are shifting.

  An ocean of blood, a sacrifice for me. They will cheer, or they will not.

  Lately, I had an eye on a little, suffering human. Her name... well.. Elaine, if I recall? Ah, yes.. Elaine. She never was at fault, and yet, her brother hated the tiniest fiber of her being. Immense pity.

  *The deity, relating to Elaine, sheds a tear. Unbeknownst to her, the Void around her shakes violently for just a moment. In trance, she winces, continuing her little act.*

  Ahh... Elaine. My child. You.. are dead? So soon?

  I see. Mmh. How unfortunate, that he ended your life. That brother of yours, what a fool. So much anger, hate, and wickedness.

  Maybe I should eat him? Or not?

  *Disappointed, she shakes her head.*

  This world.. so much hate. Need.. rebirth..

  *The deity closes her eyes, and the world is turning anew. The galaxies around her, too. When she opens them, before her, there is... one of the teeny, tiny humans. Elaine.*