Ryan

Ryan woke up in the clouds, and he didn't feel out of place. The sun was bright, too bright, impossibly bright, but somehow it felt nice. The Being before him, too, was bright. Ryan didn't mind. He didn't tremble when he felt the Titan speak, the voice coming from all around and within.

"I'm done. Your turn."

With that, the Behemoth vanished from all being, leaving only a faint odor of ozone.

I'm God, Ryan thought. How do I do this?