In the 2nd world of Chaos, after the beings were separated. He took on the challenge to unite them with One object. Like a shimmering Orb, it would contain the eye's recollection of all things. And so in this world, he saw the beings as clinging unto their objects. Stuck in repeated cycles, harming themselves, as the fabric of Time was woven, current of life moving forward, yet these people remained in the Past. When they died, they spoke to him and the orb, blaming him, praising him, begging him. But he could not explain to them, what was hidden behind the eye, for the four realms that they existed in were interlinked, and so only through dreams could they gain the insight.
Here on Earth, he took another challenge, to unify. Only the orb of the past remained as ghosts, with the people lost in sights not here. Some realized, gained fortune and wealth, pedigree A. But he could not balance it, for the others remained on tier 2, of concrete, height, with no horizon and no depth perception. They saw the world as a box, a cage, a social mechanism with gears.
He lost the world, and the people, he needed to drain the eye for the orb did not work. Divided the people were, blaming Heaven, blaming the world, blaming Trump. He needed the separation, to bind them again, and unify with a new word. This time, it wasn't progression, it wasn't evolution, and it wasn't peace. Honor, he felt the need to prove, to himself, with the complexity of a lost race, a distant touch. So he let it still, watched it from afar, until inspiration can sweep his knees towards the right direction.