It carved out a space within the Sea of Psionic Energy to house matter, where it carried out all sorts of creations.
From the smallest rivers and mountains to the grandest stars and the natural cycle of life, time passed in this way, and the variety and quantity of matter increased. It called this space suspended in the Sea of Psionic Energy "a world."
But what exactly is missing from this world?
The consciousness, suspended in endless Psionic Energy, looked around and experienced for the first time the emotion called "loneliness".
Since its birth, it has been the only conscious being in this Psionic Energy world.
Now it has created a new world, but although there are countless different kinds of matter in this new world, there is no consciousness like its own.
So it carefully used its Psionic Energy to simulate its own form of existence, creating a "material life" that was simplified countless times, and used it as its vessel to place it into a world.
Just as it could roam freely in endless Psionic Energy, it granted that creation the ability to survive in any environment within a world.
Snow-capped mountains, deep lakes, swamps, deserts... the root system of the vessel simulates the Psionic Energy tentacles of the original body, reaching every corner of this world.
Through the existence of these roots, its consciousness entered this vessel and began an eternal observation of the world.
Over countless years, the vessel whose life form bore some resemblance to its own, as the sole living being in this world, merged itself into the entire world.
This vessel also chose the most scenic spot in the world as the place where the roots converged, and there a towering tree was formed.
Having done all this, the even more powerful consciousness once again felt the emotions of "boredom" and "loneliness".
When it exists alone, the length of time is almost meaningless.
Therefore, after a moment or an eternity of contemplation, it decides to create something new, something different from the one that is merely a vessel for its spirit, something that needs to possess the ability to think and act independently.
And so, in the years that followed, one race after another was born under the kneading of its Psionic Energy tentacles, and then cast into this world.
The first thing created was a plant, which was similar to the form of the carrier. It created many different kinds of such beings in one go, spreading these lives all over the world like seeds.
Once these creations had completed the initial transformation of one world, creating a more diverse environment, it began to attempt even more challenging creations.
Elves, humans, dragons, demons...
The consciousness is like a toddler who only doodles randomly, creating a new life form each time, endowing them with different talents, characteristics, and flaws, and even it cannot replicate its own creations.
It cast its creations into every corner of the world, watching these races freely explore and grow in this vast world.
Whether they cooperate or attack each other, it doesn't care; it simply observes and records everything that happens in its own world.
One world is like a giant terrarium, filled with all sorts of creatures.
The "it" that created all of this sometimes looks down on everything from outside the ecosphere, and sometimes integrates its consciousness into its own vessel to observe from a more direct perspective.
When certain individuals are caught in a dilemma of reality or thought, it doesn't mind slightly intruding into the consciousness of these Fragility beings, engaging in simple communication with them, and offering some insignificant help.
Some creatures struggle with the meaning of their existence, so it engaged in simple communication and offered explanations.
Some creations, feeling their existence was too bloated, taught themselves how to divide themselves.
Some creations felt their power was too weak, so they made it possible for them to perceive the existence of Psionic Energy more clearly.
In its view, these actions were merely casual gestures to avoid feeling "bored" while observing the evolution of creation.
At that moment, it was unaware of the immense impact its seemingly gentle, almost insignificant disturbance would actually have on the world.
The results of its thought in a single instant are enough for some creatures to spend their entire lives trying to understand, while those seemingly invisible acts of help are as obvious to those creatures as giving an ant a sugar cube.
The Fragility creatures that received its help soon experienced a turning point in their lives, and what they saw, heard, received, and felt later acquired a unified name. "Miracle."
These Fragility beings, after being enlightened, invariably became the elite among their respective races, and they were called "shamans," "prophets," "monsters," "holy deities," and so on.
These mundane yet interesting days would have continued until one day, "it" discovered a small problem in its "ecosystem".
Their own creations had somehow learned basic analysis and thinking, developed emotions, and were able to communicate with each other.
These intelligent beings discovered that everything in this world could be found in similar forms, but the towering tree at the center of the world was unique and irreplaceable.
Different races have different attitudes toward the giant tree, but most of them have a clear desire to possess it.
In order to assert the legitimacy of their possession, each race gave the tree a name in its own language, as if having a name granted them a claim.
One race, in particular, did something quite interesting: they named the tree the " World Tree," but instead of treating it as their private property, they regarded it as a "god."
The leader of the group, who had once received a small amount of help from "it" by chance, devised a set of simple rituals to express his piety and created a single word to refer to the tree: "He".
The situation quickly escalated, and various races in one world began a protracted war in order to seize this unique giant tree.
While the race's conjecture that regarded the giant tree as a god was correct in a certain sense, "it" had no intention of favoring this side of its creation.
In fact, "it," or rather "He," doesn't care whether the things it created can continue, whether they flourish or decline; it's just part of the pleasure of observation.
But "He" does not want His existence to cause battles between different races; that feeling is not pleasant.