In the beginning of the existence of the universe, there was one creater and one creation.
And like the creater the creation was complete, whole and beautiful in a way that no other could describe. But unfortunately for the creators creations had been spoilt. Corrupted and led away from Him. This saddened Him so and so he took away many beautiful parts of his creations and stored them far, far away from the grasp of corruption and all its makings. And alas, everything was ruined and hence fell from grace not once not twice not even thrice but... hundreds and hundreds of times over. This was truly a displeasing up turn of events for the creator though this as well did not bother him much. For he was the creator and so His creation had to come back to him. They had to.
And so to help them, the creator created many more creations to help the others redeem themselves and amny plans to bring them all back into His endless and eternal salvation. Many many plans that went all according to His will and the many creations he sent out all dis as they were instructed to by Him.
And one point He knew that everything would come to be like before. Before when His creations knew only but Him and peace. And freedom. Freedom from the corruption and filth that had snuck its way into his perfect creations.
And just all of was completely swept away from the existence of all his creations. New problems snuck in. Not even sneaking. Rather more like barged in with careful ness and precision that He still felt. And yet He did not act. Not because he could not do anything about this. But because he knew that they... were just foreign pieces of the puzzle that hadn't yet been found. And so he kept quite as he watched them. Squander away at his creations. Claim and mark what he made with bare of his speech. And taint the creations. That he had worked hard to cleanse. He however was still not intimidated nor dismayed by this. He was quite and patient. As he allowed himself to disappear from throne he made so that he could watch his creations to them. No, for he was not as gullible and foolish as a rich man to just leave his house and let foreigners play in and sleep in it as if it were their own no, he left guards in charge of the throne. Gaurds with enough physical and spiritual prowess to cause the universe to shift just by their slightest movements. Meaning that they could only and were only meant to stay in at one place. And that, was at his throne.
He blessed the heavens and disappeared from there as well.
But not as blatantly though, for he left instructions with those that resided within the domain of the repossessed glorious treasures. And told them that the day of the beginning of the final plan will be called, The Call to the Faceless One.
And so he left, and on that day the heavens and the earth cried without reason and so that day was called The Day of Spiritual Grievance.