I also have this story on Webnovel.com and Scribblehub.com I have discontinued it on Tapas.io
Short Version of Synopsis ----------------------------------------------
Ethereal.
A Primordial Storm.
A Hyper-Sentient Being
A God?
No.
But his creations seem to think so?
Whole worlds sculpted from his own body.
Countless denizens living and breathing on and within his worlds.
Immortal Powerful Overseers descended from one born in the primordial Origin.
Massive Guardians Dragons that birthed all dragon-kind.
All serving you, all look up to you.
Yet you say no, you are not a God.
Because I am not.
I can be hurt.
I can be killed.
I have limits.
My Power is Finite, not Infinite.
Thus I am not a god.
Neither am I the only one of my kind.
There are others and not all of them are friendly, I am not alone.
...................................................................................... The following is an excerpt from Chapter 1 .......................................................................................
I toss and turn stirring from my deep slumber as I fade in then out of consciousness.
It starts off blurry then quickly fades in my vision clearer than even I can remember.
Swirling pools of mass and energy greet my nonexistent eyes flowing in a sea of primordial chaos.
I wet my imaginary lips, thirsty, oh so thirsty.
I drink it in all of slowly at first, trying to quench my thirst, then faster and faster gorging myself till there is nothing left.
Finally full and satisfied I look around me, I see nothing.
Nothing at all just, the empty void of darkness.
This was the day I woke up.
This was the day I created my first world.
However, I am not a god.
I am limited.
I can be hurt.
I can be killed.
This is the story of my creations and me.
The story of the denizens and inhabitants of my worlds.
The story of their leaders, their heroes, their people, and their legends.
This is the story of our best and our worst moments.
The story of 13 worlds and the being who made them.
However, we are not all that dwells here in the void.
There is..... something else.
