For a million years, the world turned without him.
Continents shifted.
Seas swallowed empires.
Mountains he once shaped crumbled into dust.
Civilizations rose and perished like sparks in the wind.
Stars he had once gazed upon faded from the heavens
and in the heart of a buried temple, beneath stone older than memory itself…
Jack slept.
Until
A sound no mortal could hear cracked through time itself.
Like glass under pressure.
A whisper of eternity breaking.
Jack's eyelids trembled.
Golden irises flickered in the dark, faint but alive.
Dust fell like snow as he drew his first breath in a million years
a breath heavy with age, silence, and power.
The chamber around him was no longer a temple.
It was a tomb.
Roots and vines strangled the stone.
Walls carved in his honor had collapsed.
Statues of gods he once created lay shattered at his feet,
their names erased by the centuries.
Not one bore his name.
Jack rose slowly, brushing the ruins from his robes.
His voice broke the silence, soft and amused.
"So… even memory itself has abandoned me."
He stepped outside.
And froze.
The world was alive
but unrecognizable.
Towering cities of glass and steel stretched toward the clouds.
Lights burned like stolen stars.
Vast machines roared across roads of black stone.
His forests were plains.
His rivers chained and bridged.
Even the sky seemed different—
reshaped by an age that had long forgotten its god.
People moved everywhere.
Laughing.
Running.
Living.
Not one of them looked up.
Not one felt the air bend as he passed.
Jack, the god who once sculpted their reality,
was nothing more than a stranger in the crowd.
A faint smile touched his lips.
"Good. Let it be that way."
"If they have no god… then I'll walk among them."
He clenched his fist.
For an instant
the world stopped.
Birds froze midair.
Leaves halted mid-fall.
Even the heartbeat of the city stilled.
Then, as quietly as it began,
he released it.
Time flowed once more.
The people laughed again,
never knowing that for a single breath—
their existence had ceased.
Jack pulled his hood low.
The wind brushed against his face.
A million years had passed.
And his story was about to begin again.