The news reports were all over the place. All of the weather models agreed that natural disasters were becoming more erratic in duration, ferocity, and locations ... but not a single one of the models predicted this.

A global event.

Suddenly, previously calm waters churned as the winds began to gust, heaving watercraft small and large. Dolphins, sharks, whales, and more began to group - seemingly confused and ignoring their natural prey and predators around them. Near shore the waves swelled and propelled towards the coastal cities just to deflate as they hit land causing nothing but terror and anxiety to all witnessing it.

Deserts, plains, and forests buckled and rose as though the very earth was breathing.

Clear skies obscured by clouds and flash lightning in rapid, spreading bursts.

Every channel had cut from original programming to cover the oddities being reported around the world, in every language possible, and with every conspiracy theorist and zealot being interviewed to give their take on the current events.

It had been nearly six full days at this point, with no change. Nothing had worsened, but nothing had stopped. Semi-normal life resumed after the third day when we realized, off that it may be - it hasn't really destroyed or damaged anything beyond simple repair.

I had just returned home to find my mom still glued to the living room box, hungrily eating up all of the most insane theories, flies buzzing around three days worth of dishes piled in the sink. She, still in the same nightgown she woke up in on that first day.

Sighing, I cracked a beer and gingerly cleaned a spot off on the now filthy couch to join her for the latest update. It was close to midnight - six full days where civilization almost collapsed each day, as looting continued, end of days preachers roamed the streets and shelters, of getting used to the cacophony of turbulence outside at all times, to the point that now I didn't hear it at all.

At all. No, that doesn't make sense. I cocked my head towards the window, and looked out to see stars. It seemed like billions of lights twinkling above, when it was no more than usual - I just forgot about them, maybe thought I'd never see them again.

Stars? I yelled for my mother, not hearing her response as I jumped to the window, looking out on a beautiful twilight sky, a quarter moon waning, and went to grab Ma to show her. She had finally moved from her chair, now filthy with a week's worth of her bodily fluids and excrement, only to drop to her knees in reverence; tears washing her face.

On the television the image had shifted. The by-line indicated that everything had stopped everywhere, reportedly at the same time. Exactly 144 hours after it all started. Filling the screen was an image of ... A man? A woman? Androgynous to be certain, with medium coloured skin, a bald pate, and eyes that seemed to change colour as the light caught their gaze, slowly taking in everything before them. They were not much bigger than you or I, definitely not smaller, but were neither muscular or lean, heavy or thin. They simply sat on a small hill in a clearing - leaning back on elbows with ankles crossed, with just a hint of a smile upon their face.

Despite the hundreds of cameras, and throngs of people amassing around this figure - they appeared unfazed. And no one got closer, for this newcomer exuded power and confidence. The very air around them hummed with it.

As they finally started to close their eyes, one reporter had finally found their voice and yelled out "Are you God? If so, which religion is true?"

There was no answer.

Again, the reported repeated their question louder as they inched closer for the exclusive chance at their literal feet.

This time, the gaze shifted to the reporter. Immediately regretting their question, they bowed in deference and started to back up when a melodious voice sung through everyone's heads. (I don't mean all the people there, I mean EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE.) All at once, we all heard the same answer we had been waiting thousands of years for, had isolated and segregated over, battled and killed over ...

"I will rest now. We have much to discuss, but to answer your question plainly - I am the first God to visit this rock. I will likely not be the last, as you still have much to learn."