Prologue

"There's absolutely no choice?"

Just the feeling, 'No,' reverberated through the being's mind.

"Does it have to be exactly like that? I ca- I can make a much nicer place, with just some time. Please allow this being just the slightest bit of liberty in creating the absolute best that can be fathomed."

There was a silence, so long, yet so short—No.

Instantly, countless thoughts raced through his head, of home, of before. The myths, legends, and dreams if his own mind's creation. He thought of happier times, the familiar names and faces, that were slowly departing him; the myths and legends, novels, slowly growing ever clearer. He knew what he was being forced to do, and, he was okay with that.

But not at the dying part. He simply wanted to make a few changes to the script, that's all he desired. The creation of the universe. Pangu. He knew that Pangu didn't have a good ending, his body becoming the land and seas themselves, and soul being split into fragments that were nothing similar to himself.

But in science, the tale of the big bang was heard all around. And he felt that's what he was really wanting to do. But he felt that that wouldn't have satisfied the being commanding him, and his very instinctual urge to annihilate himself for his creations were gripping tightly on him.

He thought, quicker than he even though was possible, after remembering a few particular creation myths. The tree. The big bang. Pangu Smash. He knew what he was to do next, and he felt his choice was approved by that which he dubbed "The Dao."