The crushing weight of eternal time bore down heavily on God's shoulders. Boundless knowledge and effortless control had dulled into a monotonous drone. He longed for the sharp sting of failure, the raw sweetness of hard-won triumph, the chaotic, beautiful finality of death. So he devised a daring plan.

First, he fashioned a being of pure potential, a vessel he named Zeno. Into this vessel, he poured the fullness of his omnipotence, the raw, boundless force that defined his glorious existence.

For himself, he chose a different path: a mortal shell, fragile and flawed. He trapped his spirit, a flicker of the original flame, inside a cage of reincarnation, doomed to be reborn anew with every death.

Through this, he would taste hunger, pleasure, grief, and worry. He would falter, grow, and ultimately live.

The grand experiment had begun; God was now just another soul adrift in the sea of existence, ready to face the chaotic, stunning, and deeply human saga of life and death.