Max

"Are you… a god?"

Avey hadn't even realized she was asking. The words left her lips as if pulled by the weightless serenity around her the clarity, the surreal lightness.

She should have been dead. She had jumped. She had accepted it. Yet, she was here, standing, floating… alive.

The woman seated at the desk tilted her head, as if amused by the question.

"Am I a god?" she mused, tapping her chin. "No, not in the way you understand. But compared to humans? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call me one. What you consider miracles walking on water, turning water into wine, saving a million lives those things are so… small."

Her gaze was steady, unreadable.

"I have saved trillions. Maybe quadrillions. I have seen worlds crumble and universes fade, and I have restored them. So, whether I am a god or not…" She shrugged. "That depends on your perspective."

Avey inhaled sharply.