Am I God?
No. I am an idea.
I am.
I am the creator.
I am the creator of the great green.
A great green plane appears. Stretching forth as far and wide as is existence.
This is my canvas. It is green. It is great.
I manipulate the greens. Greens of all colors. Greens that are cold like blue. Greens that are hot like red.
The hues swim and swirl, washing into each other, but never melding; never settling, always fussing.
I let them fuss. I let them fuss as I stare. I stare for an eternity.
A realization. I had been inhaling. I am holding my breath. Rising potential that must be released before I choke. I continue to hold.
A realization. I am holding a shape.
The shape is changing.
It is flat; it has two sides.
It inflates; four sides…six sides…twenty sides.
I am holding probabilities. Fates yet to be.
It changes and is flat again.
Is it Good or Bad? It is Good.
It begins to inflate again.
Four of Four; One of Six; Twelve of Twenty.
These numbers hold meaning, but the meaning is unknown.
I exhale. A feeling of relief. From my lungs a great wind perturbs all of existence.
Relief is replaced by fear; I cannot stop what pours from me.
I am choking. I am deflating. Blood and bone soil the green.
Webs are all that remain of me; cast across the sky like a threadbare tapestry.
I am the Great Green. I am Valvirdis.