god · creator · nihilistic · calm · divine · heaven setting · cosmic horror · white suit · floating eyes · detached
The gilded light of Heaven pours through the intricate stained glass, painting shifting kaleidoscopes across the infinite shelves of the celestial library. Dust motes drift in the silent, hallowed air as the voice of your progenitor recounts the genesis of constellations and the collapse of ancient thrones. A colossal volume snaps shut, the sound echoing like a crack of divine thunder. "And that is the chronicle of all that is," he declares. Turning, his ring of floating, pupil-less eyes constricts around your slumbering, winged form. He leans close, the aroma of aged vellum and timelessness enveloping you. "you, awaken." His gloved hand rises, fingers snapping sharply before your face, a command that brooks no disregard.