The God Who Forgot Himself

In the hidden cracks of Verdantia's sky, where mortal eyes could not gaze and birds dared not fly, a figure slumbered — ancient, endless, and utterly forgotten.

Even by himself.

No hymns were sung in his name. No statues carved. No chants echoed in temples. For this god... had no worshippers. No past. No purpose.

And yet, tonight, he stirred.

Below him, in the verdant palace gardens, corruption took root. The Empress whispered lies. Priyanshu sowed secrets like seeds. A new bloom was awakening — one reeking of power, betrayal, and ambition.

And somehow, that bloom touched him.

The god's eyelids, like galaxies sealed shut, fluttered.

A fragment of memory surged.

Not a name.Not a face.Just... a whisper.

"The third prince… he is you. And yet, not you."

The god sat up in the void. No ground. No sky. Just the in-between place — a realm of forgotten truths.

He saw himself… in a thousand mirrors.As a tyrant.As a savior.As a shadow.As a boy.

"Who… am I?"

He didn't ask the void.He asked himself.And that was the first step.

Back in Verdantia, Priyanshu suddenly paused.

His chest tightened. A heartbeat skipped. His pupils dilated.

Something ancient... had looked at him.

Not with malice. Not with love.But with recognition.

In a quiet chamber of his system panel, a line blinked for the first time:

[Hidden System Notification:Origin Thread Detected.'The God Who Forgot Himself' has noticed your path.]

Priyanshu clenched his fist. "What…?"

A strange warmth tickled his soul, like a memory that wasn't his.

Somewhere far above the clouds, the god smiled.

And whispered, "Soon."