To come into existence knowing what to expect is never really given a second thought.

Oh, how I loved it, as soon as I entered existence. Such boundless freedom, even if it was finite. I could spend a lifetime here and still be unaware of everything.

I learned how to travel, to project myself anywhere in the galaxy.

I created planets, first spending little time on them, then seeding them. I have left existence already twice now.

This time, however, I had moderately more patience. And now, I wait. To see how my current planet grows. The thought that I can control a people across the stars, to freely protect and trade across unthinkably vast distances.

And to think: They will never be aware of my existence at all. Taking the clues left by my actions, they continue to be my instrument of will, of a higher plane am I.

I do wonder at the other presences existing here. What are their dreams, machinations, shenanigans?