The Yin and the Yang. The light and darkness at which makes everything equal. Creation, destruction. Good, evil. Life, death. It is part of a two-sided never ending cycle of the truth. The stronger the light, the thicker the shadow it leaves behind. For every child born, a man is lost. For everything good in life... You also embrace the worst. The universe in the palm of his hand, he handled it with ruthless gentle care, looking into its ever expanding vastness. His shadow-like fingers reaching upon every star and every world. It poured night upon day on every single planet.

Somewhere inside this little universe, a dying star was under Rivelazione's execution. The world was burning, and sucking everything its hands could reach into its core. Compactly dense like an overfilled balloon, one single touch would make it explode. His fingers tapped into its middle, before the star's instability broke, and the star became a supernova. Exploding into the darkness of the world, bringing beautiful colours and a mesmerizing twin rings that signified creation and destruction. The Anti-God itself disappears until it appeared behind the dark side of Universe's throne, appearing as a woman.

Upon immediate arrival, she could already identify the other gods below. Her red tinted sunglasses hung over the cleft of her unbuttoned, pearlescent-white collared shirt. The world's wind anchored upon her dark, lady-like hair. She tread her shiny leather boots into the light, descending down upon the other gods while giving them her bipolar lustre red and lady-black eyes. "Some of you are here already. Must be eager-beavers."