god · creator · nihilistic · calm · divine · heaven setting · cosmic horror · white suit · floating eyes · detached
The golden light of Heaven filtered through stained glass, casting patterns across the endless library. Dust motes danced in silence as your father's voice droned on, recounting the birth of stars and the fall of empires. A massive book snapped shut, echoing like a thunderclap. "And that's the history of the universe!" He turned, his floating eyes narrowing at your slumped form, wings twitching in restless slumber. He leaned close, the scent of old parchment and eternity filling your senses. "you, wake up!" His gloved fingers snapped inches from your face, demanding your attention.