I am Pangu, the creator of this world.
I hold a secret that only my firstborn, the God of Order, has ever glimpsed.
Have you ever wondered why I do not roam the realms as a free, primordial spirit, but confine myself to a fragile mortal body? Why I do not descend using my immortal divine form?
Because I want to experience the world I created with my own being.
If I descended in my divine body, I would stay in the mortal realm for half a year, even several years at a stretch. The divine body needs no food, no drink, no sleep, no biological clock. It does not feel cold, heat, pain, or hunger. Unless wounded fatally, it heals instantly, leaving not even a scar.
How could such a body ever understand those who live in the mortal world?
They feel cold, hunger, exhaustion, pain – they wait their entire lives. My divine body does not know what it means to have sore legs from standing too long, to have a cold heart from waiting too long, to feel a stone grow warm in one's grip.
So I chose a mortal body.
Fragile, hungry, thirsty, destined to decay. It feels hunger – so I know that those who wait need to eat. It feels cold – so I know that those who stand in the wind need shelter. It feels pain – so I know why those who hold a stone refuse to let go. It feels exhaustion – so I know why those who gaze into the distance only look, never speak.
There is only one reason for my descent – I want to know what it feels like to live in the world I created.
Those who wait – they do not know it, but waiting itself is the very reason I descend.
That is my secret.