The God & The fox

"What defines what a God is , and what is not?" A king tells his son, who listens attentively, "A God has the power to create out of nothing, manipulate matter to their will, bend the rules of reality through their sheer strength, that is what defines a God" The king states, "Once upon a time, there was nothing, except a single child, just like you!" The king says, poking his son's nose, the son giggling, "But unlike you, the child was lonely, drifting in the void, with no purpose and no one to call a friend, the child wept and screamed, and from it's tears, a Fox was born, it's eyes glowing white, it's body black, except for the stars lighting it up, it's movements elegant and calculated, it wrapped it's tail around the child, comforting it, cradling it, after an eternity, the child finally had stopped weeping, it's screams now turn into laughs, it's tears drop not out of sadness, but out of joy, who could blame him? he finally had a friend, they played for thousands of centuries" The king says, picking up his son and throwing him playfully, running around the room with his son, laughter filled the halls of the castle, filling the cold, winter night with warmth, The king then puts his son down, "But after a long time, the Fox knew it could no longer stay, for it's purpose was not to entertain the child, but to expand, and that it did, it said it's goodbyes, and then it ran and ran, Stars And Matter in it's stead, the child saw it's only friend disappear into the distance, once more, the child began weeping , although this time, his tears mixed with the stars of his old friend, and from that, the cosmos was created, his tears created the planets we live on, the sun that grows our crops and lights up our world, and the moon that watches over us as we sleep, but back then, we did not exist yet, the planets were full of oceans of white tears, before finally, a being was created, it called itself 'The God Of All That Is Liquid', and using the child's tears, it shaped the oceans and the skies, It created the molten lava at the core of the Farlands, And when the molten lava spouted onto the surface, and came in contact with the child's tears, it created-" The king halts his storytelling, noticing his son has began drifting off to sleep, struggling to keep his eyes open, "alright then, it's time for you to sleep" The king says, picking him up, "But, but.. i wanna.. listen to more.. of the story..!" the son says leaning on his father's shoulder, yawning, "maybe another time, you got a big day tomorrow, it's your 9th birthday, remember? you will need all your energy for it, so rest up"  The king says, tucking his son in his bed, kissing his forehead, "Okay dad.. Love you!" the prince says, falling asleep almost instantly, The king quietly leaves his son's room, wiping his eyes, "I'm such a proud father" he says,  closing the door.