1 Prologue

In an infinitely expansive space, a being of near infinite knowledge and wisdom laid still in the empty air.

No. Empty space. There was no air, nor anything else for that matter. No space... No time... Nothing.

The being seemed to be dead as it did not move. Not even the subtle movements of breathing.

The being could, from a view, be said to be dead.

But it still emanated a portion of its thoughts to the rest of its mind. If anything was near this being, they would feel a fragment of its overflowing voiceless thoughts.

"How can... be... truth... world... worthless..."

Utter despair.

However, the miracle was...

The being was only NEAR infinitely wise and knowledgeable!

A portion of its mind, the bit still emanating thoughts, was still resisting!

The being was not able to fully accept fate as it used its one free braincell to do what the others could not.

To think.

Think of a plan to keep itself sane.

There was an idea.

A possibility.

To ask for help.

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In a not so random grave...

A note appeared on a body. It read...

[God has given up!]

[HELP!]