The Impressionist God

With a magical drawing board in hand, Mona became the god worshipped by an island tribe.

Using the various drawing tools on his [Drawing Board], he could sketch upon the world itself, bestowing divine blessings and punishments upon civilization.

The [Paintbrush] imbued everything he drew with divinity. The [Palette] could capture impressions of all things in the world, distilling them into blocks of conceptual color.

The [Eraser] could effortlessly wipe anything out of existence, meting out punishment to civilization.

On the first day, the merciful god drew an enormous tree to shelter the tribespeople from wind and rain, and all sang praises of His greatness.

On the second day, the mighty god erased the heads of the tribe's sinners. All fell prostrate in terror, and learned reverence.

On the third day, He sought to experiment with a new color in His painting.

And so, a bizarre new species was born into the world.

In time, the god fell silent, doing nothing but studying and refining His own artwork.

Upon the canvas, heroes and epics flickered past like fleeting reflections. Civilizations and histories, too, vanished as swiftly as dawn's light through the morning mist.

But since this was a god's game,

all he needed to do was take up his brush and paint-and preserve-those fascinating, fleeting glimmers.

All that came into being was becoming pigment beneath His brush, not yet fully blended.

And all that faded away would inevitably become the god's impressions.