You are an architect - having created the very ether in which you float for millennia. You gaze upon your creation as it gestates in the womb of time. With great worry and care, You watch it grow. An extension of the self you've created. You know that you cannot interfere. It becomes apparent, in time, Humanity has fallen. The experiment has failed. This form must be upended, and a new cycle must begin. From nothingness again, reborn. Yet some of your children have become like gods. And some others yearn for new beginnings. To them, you may speak.