Q: Godly Power

I wake up on a deserted island and wonder, what’s going on? Now, I’m in a bustling city, on a sidewalk, with barely enough room to stand. Suddenly, the world starts whirling around in a confusing cyclone of energy. None of it makes the least bit of sense. I thought I was the Creator, the God of this world. Why was I released from my position? Now I can’t seem to strangle a bit of truth from this world. Someone else has replaced me, and I must reclaim my position or higher, if I can. I must restore my rightful power, and remove this usurper. Someone else is controlling this place now, and they don’t seem to have a taste for order. But out of chaos comes life, so I must learn to look past the never-ending tendrils and swirls of madness, into the very life I crave. Then, and only then, my plane of reality comes to fruition. But I become a nameless individual in the millions who will live their meaningless lives as though they can’t do anything else. But I must travel to the center and discover what is controlling this. That is my ultimate goal. Then I shall go back to my old lifestyle.