[Record of Possibility]
If the word "God" were to become something definitive among intelligent lifeforms, then perhaps we would be considered a kind of "God."
More precisely, we might be described as beings extremely close to what one would call "God."
There is little doubt that our species was among the oldest to be born in the universe.
When our ancestors first came into existence, other planets were still like boiling soup—far from any state where life could emerge.
Our species was highly intelligent. In the course of our evolution, we quickly developed an interest in outer space. We gazed upon the great rivers of stars and projected our dreams into them.
Before long, we advanced into space.
On our homeworld, the pursuit of immortality was achieved and realized. And in doing so, we came to grasp the universe itself.
Yet our desires knew no end.
Having claimed one universe, we reached further—beyond the dimensional walls—toward other universes.
What was our purpose in venturing into space?
To explore space and time.
And to scatter the seeds of life.
In other words, we became creators of life—drawing ever closer to what might be called "God."
I myself have managed countless universes, sowing seeds of life within them. Some planets flourished richly, while others never gave rise to anything that could prosper. I found exhilaration in observing these worlds—as if they were living entities in their own right.
Eventually, our species chose to abandon a civilization dependent on science and technology, embracing evolution instead.
We ascended into higher lifeforms.
We could move freely through space, exist simultaneously in multiple locations, and even distort the laws of physics with a mere gesture.
We had drawn even closer to "God."
Time itself blurred the meaning of a physical body, until we became beings without fixed form.
Even now, as I speak, I possess no defined body. I alter my appearance freely, adapting to those before me.
Among all that I have witnessed, one species remains particularly memorable.
On a certain planet, according to their own calendar, 4.6 billion years ago, I planted a seed.
It divided within the ocean, evolving into marine life, and eventually into creatures that walked upon land.
After surviving great extinctions, life there evolved into bipedal beings and began to build civilizations.
Their evolution was gradual.
Yet they possessed limitless potential.
I told my kin:
"This potential is dangerous—so great it may surpass even 'God.'"
Even I—who have observed the birth and death of countless universes—felt fear at that possibility.
A species loved by the "True Gods."
I wished for their collapse.
And yet, at the same time, I found them fascinating.
I wanted to see what would become of a species that might one day surpass even the "True Gods."
I wanted to witness the moment they would surpass me.
And now—
They have entered a long war.
An endless conflict known as the "Mythological War."
Countless trials await them.
Even so, I will continue to watch.
This species—still only beginning its journey—
Humanity.
[Record of Possibility] — End