It weighed heavy on them both—creator and creation—this aching silence.
Faith was losing its grip.
No solace, only solitude,
a fate imposed—forever impute.
“For I have created a world just for you, yet you do not thrive. Have I not blessed you enough with eternity?”
The screech of metal filled the laboratory, and the man shook his head, lost in disbelief.
“How can I be blessed if I stand alone? ...