Welcome, dear faa, to a world where fantasy went extinct, and magic was erased.
Do not worry, your time will come soon enough. This realm is not ready for one as powerful as you. I assure you that everything will make sense as time roams. I think a lesson would be best while you wait. A lesson of the distant past; of the beginning of all.
let's start with time itself. Your understanding of time is said to be linear, unpredictable and unchanging, cruel to all those who's luck was set before their birth. Some of you believe in Destiny, the path set in stone, predetermined until the end. Others believe in true Free Will, the chaotic path, uncertain and developing. You may think you understand each one, yet I assure you your conception may be a little self-centered yet modest for if there is destiny for one then all has been planned, and if everything was truly your choice then everyone and everything is affected. In one path, what you do does not matter as it was already set for you. On the other, one's first breath could be the catalyst of another's last. Do not dwell for too long on that thought, time is a fickle foe who will always get away from your grasp. Instead grasp the journey you are taking as time leads you forward into the fogged landscape ahead. I digress.
Although time is unknowable there is one known thing about it; it's beginning, something you call 'The Big Bang'. Here there was no such violence of life. Instead, a calm gust, and a flicker of consciousness. It was alone, sensing its existence for the very first time. Unknowing of anything, it wondered and ushered in the first ever question: 'What?' It pondered on it for as long as a star shone in the sky and never got an answer. The second question came about soon after: 'Why?' It pondered for just as long and was confused by the answer: 'I do not understand.' Only after it thought it thrice did it take root.
And so, it sought out to understand everything, one question at a time but with so many questions it would be impossible for the answers to keep up. It decided to set each new question into groups he knows: What, and Why. New groups as it found new, unanswerable questions. In the end there were five groups: What, Why, Where, Who, and When. With these groups It started to know, it began to understand, adding to the questions as his thoughts grew. Then a revelation, an answer to a question overshadowing all before: 'Who am I?' It felt something inside, something different than just mere thought, it found what you call Nirvana. Excited by this feeling it searched for more questions just like it to understand, each time finding more and more peace inside until it answered everything it could ask everything that can be asked and everything that will be asked. It was excited, it found true knowledge, and as it looked around it saw nothing, just an empty void where it always was and always will be alone. It was sad for the first time for at that moment it didn't want to be alone.
There is a saying that all it takes is a thought for something to come to life. Here, it was literal. A child was born from a wish for companionship. It could not believe it's mind. A child created out of its own dream, yet there it was. Its sadness quickly became endearment as it was holding the child in its arms. As quickly as this feeling came it was swapped for worry. It did not want this child to be alone, and so it wasn't. Three new children appeared within reach where nothing was before. It loved them, raised them, and taught them everything it new yet it did not stick with its children. while it found contentment in its own life these newborns did not grasp the idea, and it wondered for the first time in a long while why that could be. The answer came simply as such: It was alone at the start, they were not. It then sent each of the children in four different directions wishing for them to find their own contentment and understanding even though it knew it meant being alone again, forever.
A cycle was made. Each child would go out their separate ways, never to see their kin again yet in doing so they gained knowledge and power, each different than the rest. Each child then created four more children passing along their knowledge and a portion of their power hoping for the next generation to understand better than theirs only to send them out on their own journey alone starting the cycle again. This has been done fifteen time in total, and no child has ever crossed paths with another but give it enough cycles, enough time, the impossible may become improbable and improbable can still be done.
Four children of the fifteenth realm stare at each other in fear, knowing they were out there but believing to never meet. Four children who would soon become known as Gods.