A world to name. To shape or neglect. To love or abandon.

It could begin in any state: devastated or flourishing, cold or ablaze, silent or seething.
The choice reflects the soul — ambition, desire, belief, restraint.

A thought experiment.
A mirror held up to the inner self.
Because only in the privacy of thought does honesty become absolute.

The artist plays Creator through a question — born not from heavens, but from the grime of a frying pan.
And so we ask: Is God an Observer, or a Maker?
And can a human truly bear that lonely role?