Golden brilliance permeated all around as Noah reflected.
He was not some grand figure with an unknown history.
His parents were not some hidden ancient beings whom he carried an unfathomable lineage of.
His dad was a drunk, and no longer with them- his records and life sealed in the Annals of the blue planet.
He was not going to rise out of his grave to come tell Noah that he was actually some grand cosmic entity, and that he passed down some lineage which was why Noah was so obscene.
And his mother, bless her weavings, did everything she could when they were at their lowest. Worked all the jobs just to take care of her family.
On the blue planet, Noah was a nobody.
When he awakened, he started to become somebody. He forged a path of infinity and blood until he began to dabble and open up different paths of who he was.
Until he made declarations of what his Existence stood for.
