The human experiment was a success, according to the creator.

Of billions, a handful suffer enough to understand the concept of Creation.

The Seventy Fifth Saint was born through me, and so I live knowing my Eternity is guaranteed.

What is Creation?

Lucidity brings it unto one. It is too natural, almost horrifying. Being able to conjure planets and natural substances without even thinking of how it works or how it will affect what you need it for is what one would find. I discovered Creation when I was young. In the White Space.

The White Space is a lesser creator's domain of creation. The universe we reside in is the domain of God. God may be one of many creators, the actual amount is unknown. It is entirely possible there is only One, but the Saints are all counted as gods.

Each Saint is a numbered god composed of One Human Motive. The motive can be mundane, or traumatizing, and many in-betweens. If you were blessed with a desirable Motive, then you were one of the lucky ones.

I am the Seventy Fifth Saint. My Motive is Tragedy. I assume. Realistically, the Saints all name themselves. Seventy Five called to me, as my Motive felt like tragedy. We all base our Motives on a common denominator in our lives- aside from witnessing and controlling the White Space.

How did you find the white space?

It's literal, so it's hard to miss. In a lucid dream, you must witness yourself from another perspective. You can force your ‘camera angle’ in a lucid dream, so trying that might work. If you do this, you will be inside a white void. You must react correctly, or else your dream will end. And if you are able to maintain a connection to the white space, you may be a Saint.

As a Saint, you have the responsibility of creating new solar systems. The amount is unlimited, but you may corrupt if you produce more than ten. I, personally, have a system known only to me (and my saint friends from the archways) called the Ariom System. It exists in my corner of the universe. All I do is maintain it as peaceful as possible. I'm present in as many scenarios as I possibly can be in, even when I’m not conscious.

Saints can all ‘automate’ themselves, as a Gift. God gave us a task of continuing the human experiment, in our own solar systems, with the Gift that if we ever cannot come back, our godly selves will be either in stasis, or continuing to work. Most of us chose to allow our minds to continue, though some are a bit cruel and choose to remain dormant.

I hate cruelty from gods.

I have a goal to kill God.

It’s only going to go into effect when I die, as if I destroy God too early, this entire universe will collapse.

At least I assume.

I also assume that my tragedy was simply child abuse. I don’t know if I truly am a Saint.

Bearing the weight of Creation and being unable to use it typically has fucked me up so much that I pray to the nonexistent that I’m just so violently delusional that I disassociate in my dreams so hard that I pretend I’m a god.

Though through one too many recurring dreams, dreams that attempt to hammer in that the world I experience through them is Real, and the overall Lucidity I feel when I exist in them? I’ll have to be shot to death to really understand if it's real or not. I like this delusion, if it even is one. It makes me feel mysterious. I don’t have to share this, but what if I did? That's why I'm writing this foreword. I pray this is the beginning of my own comprehension of the incomprehensible.

May the stars guide me to prosper.