I’ve been watching the world I’ve created for… I don’t know. Since before I introduced the concept of linear time, I suppose? I didn’t turn that feature on until the plane of my creation was formed because it would’ve messed up my plans. I can only imagine the chaos that would’ve followed if my proto-lifeforms evolved before I could even finish designing the perfect atmosphere required for their survival!

Anyway, where was I… Ah, yes, I’ve been watching this blue gem of a world I’ve created for a long while. It was one of the few I sowed the potential of “intelligent life” onto, not that other forms of life aren’t intelligent in their unique ways. Am I biased? Perhaps, but who can judge their creator?

I watched, as eons passed, the lifeforms I planted grow into various, wonderful beings. It never bores me to observe these tiny beings evolve into something greater. Sometimes, I’m in awe of my own genius. Can you tell I’m a humble guy?

Yes, yes, I’m aware I’ve been rambling for too long. It’s hard to notice the time passing as an omnipresent being. Now, after a few million years, the potential I sowed so long ago has begun to show signs of blossom. I was tempted to skip ahead, but I’d be breaking the rules I spent ages getting right.

Then, at long last, the first human was born. I’m certain they didn’t call themselves that for the majority of their history, but I took a liking to the word. It’s “quaint,” I suppose.

I observed their continuous evolution and gradual effort to create something greater than what they could’ve achieved individually. Alone, they are but another lifeform in this world. Together, they are a marvel, and that was merely the beginning.

I told myself not to interact with them as I may interrupt their natural progress, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. I oh-so desired to know how my creations would view me, and I approached them in different forms based on what they wanted to see. One group of humans loved me so much that they built a tower to reach me! Unfortunately, I got a little too excited and accidentally knocked it down. It was an accident, I swear.

For the next few millennia, I stayed mostly quiet, mostly because I feared I’d interacted with them too much. Though I spoke to them through ideas, they… How should I put this? They were a little too enthusiastic about me. Apparently, they loved me so much that they were willing to slaughter their own simply because of how differently they saw me.

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At first, I was shocked. Flabbergasted, even. I knew there was an inherent risk in allowing lifeforms to evolve this way, and I wanted to see what they’d become without my intervention, but this… Perhaps I should’ve programmed them in a way that they’ll never attack their own kind. Or maybe it wouldn’t have worked at all, considering these humans would find new ways to brand their own people as “different.”

Then, I was heartbroken. They build so many beautiful things when they come together, but they destroy so often. They’ll trample over the settlements their fellow humans created just so they can have more of what they already have. I designed this world in a way that they’d always have enough to survive, but…

I think what broke my heart the most was seeing them running in circles. They could’ve had so much more. I wanted to see more of them collaborating together and sharing their woes and joys with their kin.

Yet, they kept repeating the same mistakes over and over again. The once conquerors become the oppressed, and those enslaved become the slavers. I don’t understand why they kept forgetting their roots, their innate love for their fellow man. Sometimes, in a single generation, a group of humans would forget their suffering at the hands of another and inflict the same pain on others. Why? Do they not possess the ability to empathize? Could that ability of theirs be stripped away under the right circumstances, even though it is one of their defining features?

However, even in times of great suffering, some humans persevere. They held onto their humanity and continued down the path of cooperation. Even when their society coerced them to be selfish, they remained selfless, even at the cost of their lives. I couldn’t help but wonder why there were such differences between members of the same group.

Well, I could. I am capable of studying them down to the fundamental particles that they are made out of. However, that would ruin the magic, wouldn’t it? They still hold so much potential, so much kindness and cruelty, even both at the same time occasionally. Why do it now if they may still hold more surprises for me in the future? That’s the thing about being an omnipotent being. You figure out everything out too quickly if you peek at what’s beneath the surface.

Even though humans often seem to be running in circles, and they keep relearning the same lessons, they still make progress. It's a lot less than I would’ve liked to see, but it’s still something. Besides, I have an eternity left to keep me company. What’s a few thousand years more of waiting? Still, I hope they’ll figure out the prank I pulled with them related to the dinosaurs soon. Their reaction is bound to be priceless.

Now, I suppose I should check in on my other specimens within the galaxy the humans called Andromeda. The lifeforms I planted there should’ve reached a more interesting stage by now. I can’t wait to witness the surprises they hold.