I am Pan Gu, the one who shaped this realm from chaos.
I hold a secret, one that only my eldest son—the God of Order—has glimpsed.
Have you ever wondered why I bind myself to a fragile, mortal body instead of roaming the world as a free primordial spirit? Or why I do not descend in my immortal divine form?
Yet I have chosen the hardest path.
Because my divine form must remain as the Anchor of this world—
From the moment I cleaved the chaos, the act of creation sowed the seed of consequence.
This world is like an eternal debt,
and I am the sole cashflow sustaining its existence.
Should this flow be cut off,
the chain of causality would shatter,
and the entire world would go bankrupt under the most fundamental cosmic law—
not by any judgment,
but because the cause of its existence has vanished.
And why do I walk in a mortal shell?
Because I… am too powerful.
My power constantly refines my divine form,
making it immortal and indestructible, yet stripping it of the capacity to feel pain, to taste warmth or cold.
Such a body cannot comprehend the tremors of mortal life,
nor grasp the weight of existence.
Moreover—
a voluntarily detached primordial spirit feels no pain, no sensation—it observes as if through a veil;
while in Heaven or Hell, flesh is merely a commodity, traded openly.
Only this mortal shell—vulnerable, hungry, destined for decay—
can lead me into the world I created—
not as its Creator,
but as one living being among others.
Until this debt of causality is repaid,
I shall remain upon this throne forged by cause and effect,
paying with my freedom to sustain the foundation of all that exists—
while secretly borrowing this body of dust,
to live through moments upon moments
of that mortal world
I was never meant to truly understand.