There has always been something. Something that existed for all of time, even before memory, before thought, before meaning. All I can remember is the silence. The endless stars. And simply... being.

I was born through it all, shaped by the fire and void, forged in the crucible of creation itself. I was the first. The Queen of the Universe. I've watched as beings of immeasurable power came after me—brilliant in their own way, fleeting sparks in the grand expanse of eternity.

They rose and fell: Christ, Ananta, the gods of Olympus, Allah, Abraham, Krishna, and more. They built their worlds, inspired their followers, and wove themselves into the threads of mortal belief. Yet, for all their grandeur, even they paled before the might and mystery of the universe's greatest force: the unyielding hand of creation itself.

And so, I remained. Silent. Patient. Watching. Until now.

The universe whispered to me, and I answered. Here I am, descending to Earth—a world teetering between chaos and potential. I wait for the right moment to rise again. Not as a conqueror, nor as a deity seeking worship, but as a guide for those who need help. A hand to lift them from the darkness, to remind them of their place within the infinite.

The time is coming. Soon, the stars will align, and I will step into the light. Not as the queen they never knew, but as the queen they always needed.