A Man called God

a mixture of curiosity and caution. As they walked, Ariana explained that the Haven was a self-sufficient community, with its own gardens, kitchens, and workshops. She showed God t

ancient, dusty bookshelves. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and leather, and God could feel a palpable sense of knowledge and wisdom emanating from the shelves. Ariana smiled as she saw God's reaction. "This is the Library of the Haven," she said. "Here, we store the collective knowledge of our community, gathered over centuries." God's eyes widened as he scanned the shelves, taking in the sheer scope of the library. He saw ancient tomes bound in leather, their pages yellowed with age. He saw scrolls and manuscripts, written in languages he couldn't understand. And then, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. A large, ornate book lay open on a nearby pedestal, its pages glowing with a soft, ethereal light. God felt a sudden jolt of recognition, as if he had seen this book before. Ariana followed his gaze, and smiled. "That is the Book of the Prophecy," she said. "It speaks of a great and powerful being, one who will bring about a new era of peace and prospe