What we may call "creation" today is part of a timeless, divine and all-knowing cycle. The human inserts himself between his own creations, parsing through life unknowing of his constant flux, yet finding pieces of his divine, creational identity inside the mortal realm. The demiurge, Feurio, is creator of humanity, no more, no less. Born from the human, shape transformed after death, he molded out of atoms and extrasensorial signals a lifeform resembling his own shape and that of the folks he saw around him. And thus, humanity was born, born from the ego. Humanity will continue, timelessly, to appear within all self-sustained universes it can, as it is the wish of Feurio, higher power of his worldscape. His human counterpart must exist throughout all iterations of reality, for the cycle relies on them both, tangentially.
