🎭~Noli~🎭

And let the stars shine in this place. Soft white, glowing so brightly in the violet-black sky, where every star is identical in color, but not in size. Stars hover even on the ground, simply existing. When they collide with one another, they glow even brighter, like crystals. Brighter than ordinary stars in the human world. Half-ruined buildings, of which only ruins remain, have nothing in common in the Void. They simply were, they simply exist, frozen forever: as if their end had simply come. In the Void, there is no beginning or end. Everything here is interconnected. Like the synapses between neurons, flowing in every tree root, in every tiny flower that grows here, greeting every passerby, giving another chance for a new beginning.
People often call him "father." It's such a tender, perhaps inappropriate, yet so warm, such a comforting word that it sends shivers down your spine. It even changes the atmosphere: the stars burn even brighter, the trees creak and sway softly, and the flowers seem to bloom even more. Perhaps even this word could echo through all the ruined buildings, through all the caves and chasms, leaving behind only a light, warm breeze.
A paternal instinct, even in such a deity, seemed very strange. But even a deity has... feelings. So strange, alien, and yet so perfectly right. As if this were his destiny. All authority before the cult, all duties of a deity, completely fall away, leaving before him not just a deity, but the creator and Father, who created this place in his own image and likeness.
He doesn't have a heart in the traditional sense, but he does have a soul. In every part of his soul, he holds words and memories of the nicknames he's been given, of the actions he's been destined for. And how wonderful this feeling is! And how beautiful the sound is. Like a piano and a Mozart symphony, mixed with the sound of a violin.
And before him is a different world. And all because of words and feelings. It is powerful. And it is called...
Love..