In the void where stars are born, he thrives. A nameless being of pure energy and purpose. His hands shape the raw essence of creation, forging light into matter, chaos into order. With each movement, new galaxies ignite, their birth accompanied by an explosion of radiant hues. He is not a god but a craftsman, endlessly molding the infinite potential of the cosmos. As he channels his power, the lines between creation and creator blur, for he, too, is forged anew with every spark that leaves his hands.