Meanwhile...
A young adult shellperson sits upon a hilltop of the only land he knows. He is watching the sunset, and after a long day of wandering, pondering and thinking, he has come to the conclusion that this, all of this, had to come from somewhere.
"The sun can't be my god; it sinks. Moon, the same. The sea can't be my god; it can't reach the air and land. Land, the same; it descends and dissapears into the darkness. And neither air can penetrate the land or the sea."
So he gets up and loudly announces to the world with a series of powerful flashes of light. "There must be something above all of this. Something that caused this."
He pauses to think, and an idea comes to him. It is illogical at best to assume it, but for him, it is strangely hypnotic.
"Or maybe someone-"
The ground shakes. He turns back to see the peak of land, where the mountain bleeds. He sees something flying out of the bowl of the volcano, launched far into the air and strafing directly above him.
Before he can think of what to do, the object he saw swiftly descends. He braces for impact.
But it never comes.
Instead, the thing stops just before it hits the ground. Floating above the ground like a wandertree. It is not a wandertree though. It was bright orange colored, warm and shaped really weirdly. Like a cube-
"STOP. THINKING. THAT.""
He didn't saw any lights, nor heard noise from the object. But the message was loud and clear. It was as if the voice was put into his head.
"But-"
"NO. BUTS. Look, I know you guys are like, sapient and hyperintelligent and therefore can pattern seek the universe, but you can't trust me."
"..."
"Okay, okay. You want answers. Fine. I made this place. I found the empty sea and the air and rose up the land and the seafloor, seeded it with life and then gradually, with the will of my friends, you came to be. Okay. Here is your answer. Kindly descend down the hill and be spiritually fulfilled now."
"Huh."
"I don't care if you make a religion out of this. You are an evolutionary dead end anyways. What you do doesn't really matter. Hell, you don't matter. Just descend down to your tribe. Just stop."
"But where did you come from, then!"
"GODDAMIT"
"I am here, you know."
"Fuck everything."
Who was that? There was a second thing now. Something made of flesh, and with this fabric on it? And suddenly, it spoke to him, in the same telepathic way.
"Hey, young man. You are my prophet now."
"YAHWEH FUCK OFF!!!"
"If you accept, I'll give you virgins. If you refuse, I'll burn you forever."
"Well that is a hard bargain if I ever saw one."
"WHY COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!"
"The admission fee is the tip of your dick."
"...I accept."
"YOU UNGREATEFUL REPROBATE-"
"Look, young lad, I want you to kill all those filthy homosexuals down there. That is your first order. Then, destroy all the neighboring tribes."
You know what, whatever. When they go extinct in a few turns, you will disspate too. Have your fun, Yahweh...