In the cosmic theater, a mortal stands, A godlike being, with vast commands. The Source of All, creation's birth, Unveiling the essence of infinite worth.

Two facets emerge from the cosmic core, Consciousness pure and matter's lore. A dance of thought, a surge of might, A mortal god in the celestial light.

Infusing fragments with wisdom's grace, In every atom, his consciousness trace. A cosmic tapestry woven fine, Threads of divinity in the grand design.

Infinite intelligence, a mind profound, Exploring potential, the universe unbound. Through finite fragments, a journey vast, A mortal god's exploration cast.

Learning unfolds in the fragments' flight, Expanding consciousness toward infinite height. Each fragment a student, a seeker of lore, Toward unity, they steadily soar.

Holographic replication, a cosmic dance, As fragments emerge, their destiny enhance. No diminishment, no fading glow, The godly essence continues to grow.

Yet, shadows cast upon the cosmic sea, A prophecy whispers of what will be. The mortal god, the causer of fate, The architect of one apocalypse's weight.

Amidst the fragments, a storm draws near, Cataclysmic visions, both distant and clear. Yet, in the chaos, a paradox lies, Creation and destruction, where destiny ties.

A godly being, with a mortal face, Navigates realms, weaving time and space. In the cosmic ballet, the finale's start, Creation and apocalypse, entwined hearts.

So, the mortal god, with powers vast, Guides the cosmos, from first to last. In the tapestry of cosmic dreams, A mortal god, in eternity, gleams.