What kind of God lives in darkness from birth?
I saw a glimmer of a searing bright light before I caught a glimpse of my mother. She looked ethereal—a Goddess. There was a moment of loss and sadness when my father took me and swallowed me whole. His angry words didn't make sense, but I heard my mother cry out my name .
“ , my son .”
I glided downward toward my murky destination.
My prison .