When man was young, the stars were full of knowledge and already dying.
Super-beings travelled the universe, searching for young planets to dominate and devour.

An impressive temple of solid gold was built at the top of the mountain honoring the legends.

Inside, a grotesque golden idol placed at the center to be worshipped.
A god? A demon? Nobody knows anymore.

A being so apathetic and ridiculous that let entire civilizations past through his "watchfull eyes"
without caring to make a change in the outside world.

A being stuck in his "Sanctuary" in this third dimension without any desire to evolve.
That keeps creating "little puppets" that amuses him as the time continues pasing without affecting or giving him any desire to do something more.

No perfect being can be created from apathy

Such pain... in the design

And marvel...

Apathy, we say... but who the hell understand gods?