There was a woman in a world.

She was incapable of saving herself. Utterly hopeless, but she still dreamed of someone who would save her. Her behavior could be seen as blasphemous by the people of that world, after all, God can only be God, all-powerful, and never be created by a mere mortal. How can someone so imperfect even conceive of such a great being, let alone create it? And yet her desperation created a world… and from that world her god arose. She was the creator of that world, and the being from that world was what created her world, the being that dreamed of her in a world.