The Prophecy

In a time before the world, as we know it came into being, there existed a parallel realm akin to our own but shrouded in mystery. This realm lay beyond even to the relentless efforts of unknown, much older creatures transcending time, who explored every corner of the universe. Its breathtaking landscape boasted lush, vibrant flowers, and evergreen plains that were quite alluring. 

However, despite its captivating scenery, it harbored a malicious secret… that its air was tainted with toxicity that rendered it inhospitable to humans. Despite its beauty, it remained forever inhabitable, suppressing its mysteries from the prying eyes of those who sought to venture.

Yet, amidst the desolate and toxic realm, a glimmer of hope emerged… an extraordinary gift - the call of the prophecy. The isolated land became graced with the presence of a miraculous child, a deity unlike any other, immune to the deadly air that plagued the realm. 

Hérézhan, a divine name unrecorded in the annals of human history, bestowed with the power to shape the very world we inhabit today, created by the divine forces themselves.

He held within him the potential to bring forth a new reality, untouched by the toxicity that had rendered his birthplace inhabitable. His existence marked the dawning of a cosmic plan, where he would become the architect of a world yet to imagine.

Under the watchful guidance of the divine beings, Hérézhan blossomed into a powerful deity. Upon reaching the age of maturity, the beings whom he praised presented him with a precious gift, a globe that supposedly mirrored his birthplace. Expressing his gratefulness, he held the sphere within his hands, but to his surprise, it exuded an inexplicable coldness, a stark contrast to the vibrant warmth of his blossoming land, where eternal summer reigned. 

A deep sense of discontent washed over Hérézhan as he beheld the frigid, blank surface of the globe. Thus, he began to breathe life into the once barren globe, shaping it into a magnificent canvas of his own design. Inspired by lush flora and evergreen plains, he adorned the newly formed world with similar beauty, crafting a mesmerizing and ideal scenery for life to bloom.

One morning, As Hérézhan witnessed the plight of the wilting plants under the unforgiving sun, he yearned for the rain to save them from the same fate in both realms he had created. On that same day, he wished for rain, and the skies opened up, showering life-giving water upon the lands. 

However, amid the downpour, he found himself without shelter, seeking refuge under the protective canopy of the trees. Realizing the need for a more permanent solution, he harnessed his creative power and fashioned a sturdy haven out of stone, which he now called home. 

As he sought refuge inside the cozy home he had built, the stone roof sheltered him from the very rain he had conjured. In this moment of solitude and protection, he couldn't help but ponder the turn of events and the world he had made around him. 

He possessed everything he needed - the power to create life, the beauty of his realm, and the understanding of the delicate balance between creation and restraint.

With an ever-expanding canvas of creativity, Hérézhan's divine touch continued to weave marvels into existence. He adorned his realm with the captivating dance of seasons, where the colors of nature shifted and transformed like a mesmerizing kaleidoscope.

Mountain peaks rose high toward the heavens, their jagged beauty inspiring awe in all who beheld them. Bodies of water shimmered like liquid diamonds, reflecting the light of the sun and moon that he had placed in the vast expanse of the sky.

As he sculpted the world with passion and finesse, it was as if he were living inside a fairy tale of his making. The joy of creation filled his heart, and the world around him sparkled with enchantment and wonder. Each new marvel added another layer of magic to his realm, and the joyous dance of life played out in every corner, celebrating the divine symphony of existence.

But amidst the vibrant creation surrounding him, Hérézhan couldn't escape the pang of loneliness gnawing at his heart, craving companionship like never before. Fueled by a hopeful spark, he contemplated the idea of crafting beings akin to himself. 

With newfound determination, he began the intricate process, blending his powers to create what he believed to be a fellow human, a kindred soul to share his lonely world.

"Hérézhan, what you wish for right now cannot happen." As the voice of the divine beings he praised echoed over him, Hérézhan's heart sank as he received their stern warning.

He felt an overwhelming surge of outrage, defying their decree with a desperate shout, "Why can't I? That's not possible. I can do anything!" 

Driven by his determination, he made another attempt to create a human. But to his dismay, the outcome remained unchanged, reducing the new creation to a mere pile of ashes like the previous one, falling down to the ground oh so agonizingly slow. 

Devastated by his actions and the futility of his efforts, Hérézhan's knees gave way beneath him, and fell to the ground in disbelief. His wide eyes reflected the profound realization that even his godly powers had their limitations, leaving him to grapple with the consequences of his impulsive actions and the burden of respecting the boundaries set forth by the divine forces he worshiped.

"In the realm of your existence, the air you inhale, once a creation intended for humanity, has turned toxic and unfit for mortal beings. Thus, this eventuality must be averted, for it cannot come to pass." the voice reiterated, and at that moment, the truth dawned upon Hérézhan. He frowned, his gaze shifting to the globe on the stone pedestal, rotating and affected by time as before. 

With a gesture, he pointed towards it and inquired, "So, does the same thing happen in that globe?" Curiosity swelled within him, awaiting the voice's response. 

"Verily, the realm in which you reside is but a reflection of another, and if thou art unable to manifest it in this domain, thou shalt find it equally impossible to bring forth in that sacred realm. It is a decree spoken and ordained, for such is the cosmic law." the divine being's voice clarified.

Exhausted and burdened by his recent revelations, Hérézhan sighed heavily, leaning against the stone walls he had crafted with his bare hands. In that moment of reflection, he came to terms with his limitations and acknowledged that, despite his godly powers, he became bound by rules and responsibilities.

"Does that rule only apply to humans?" Hérézhan sought clarification, tilting his head upward as he anxiously awaited their response. 

"Truly, Hérézhan, it bears no sway upon your eternal being. Immune you are to its influence, for you dwell beyond the realm of its effects, untouched and undisturbed." the voice confirmed. 

The knowledge that he, as a deity, remained unaffected by the toxic air brought a sense of relief to him, and a mischievous smile crept across his lips, hinting at a newfound plan forming in his mind.