Before the genesis of stars, before the cosmic architects like the Presence sketched the first designs of the Multiverse, there existed a primordial divine entity. This being was pure consciousness, an omnipresent witness to the grand tapestry of existence, perceiving all, yet experiencing nothing. It observed the birth of universes, the intricate dance of causality, the very shaping of souls, but it remained detached, an omniscient void.
Eons passed in this state of perfect, yet sterile, observation. A profound longing began to stir within this ancient consciousness—a yearning for the visceral reality of mortal experience: joy, sadness, pain, love, anger, the messy, imperfect beauty of choice and consequence. It craved to be less than absolute, to feel the texture of finitude, to taste the bittersweet tang of limitation.
Driven by this profound hunger, the divine being reached out across the vast expanse of nascent reality. Its awareness settled upon a singular, serendipitous opportunity: a soul, pure and nascent, destined for reincarnation into a rejected experiment. Project Cadmus, in their relentless pursuit of controlling meta-humans, had attempted to engineer a perfect clone, a failed iteration of Superman. This particular clone, deemed a genetic anomaly, a vessel too volatile or too flawed for their purposes, was slated for termination, its nascent soul adrift.
The divine entity seized the moment, not to possess, but to propose a true, indelible merger. This was a symbiotic fusion between the ancient, boundless cosmic consciousness and the vulnerable, yearning mortal soul. The soul, craving existence, accepted.