Fater's corner

A person is an unique existence, is what I thought before. When was that anyways? I don’t know. The only thing I know is that I don’t know anything. It’s an amusing saying, I admit. I’m not an intelligent person but realising the fact is not hard with such experience as mine. Maybe my life is unique for me, but I’m also sure it is as common as everything else.

 

Let me introduce myself, dear guest. I’m the new god of the universe. What? Do you not believe me? It’s funny, I know. It happened a few hours ago-, no hours is not correct since time does flow here- that I was born. Strange isn’t it? I mean, I was born, yet I appeared from thin air, maybe from vacuum. I possess self-awareness from the beginning. This is also a false statement, I possess every bit of information known in this pond known as universe.

 

I also know the reason I’m locked up in this small room, that is exactly like the one in my previous life. At least one of them. Although this service was not provided from the start, my instincts lead me to read my past, meaning I “remember” everything from my 5 lives as not a god.

 

If you ask me why 6, or why I’m a god now, or even what a god is I can’t exactly give a real answer. My duty that was given to at birth, is to not die. As long as I live I maintain the stability of the worlds I own. This sounds hard but sometimes pushing one marble that slowed down or redirecting another that almost collided is all I do.

 

What am I even doing, I ask myself many times. I can’t leave this place, but I don’t have to do my job. Maybe my memories are the cause why I didn’t stop doing my boring job, without them I probably have let them collapse and die.

 

It’s not like I care about them, but it would be a waste. I’m not that interested in them though.

 

Although I said that I can’t leave this room, as you can see I still have a door and a window, not speaking about the games all around. God’s like games, at least they left here a lot. Where are they anyways? Did they die and made me their substance? Did they get bored, annoyed or something entirely else?

 

Still, a room is a room. I have this nice wooden floor, pink walls and the frame of the “exit” is the same. Near the entrance is a small half-kitchen and a simple wooden table with chairs. They were used in the past, the scratches on the ground says so. I made a tea to ease my mood and it was heavenly I say. I don’t need to eat or drink by the way, it’s just the taste I crave for.

 

On the other side, I have a bed. It’s large. Don’t misunderstand, this bed is bigger than the room, and don’t question how space works here. It’s fluffy and nice to touch, I almost fell asleep when I first tried laying on it. Before you ask, no, I don’t need to sleep. Being a god is strange, how does my body process mental fatigue? Now that I think, I don’t have such feeling. Strange.

One thing, maybe the most unimportant, is the bookshelf. It’s a simple bookshelf with a single line of books on it. This single line of 1 meter contains every information about the worlds below me. They are useless to me, since I know everything in this universe and this plane. I’m not sure, but this is probably my own personal space, literally. Why, a god that governs over a world is it’s ruler? Not, at least I think. I don’t care about them, I let them do whatever they want.