A long time ago, back in era 0, there were three people: None, Boadi and Aoi - a brother and two sisters. At that time, nothing existed but the blackness of the earth and the sky of snow-white. They were alone in the entire space of the world and only did what talked.
Aoi is strict, cheeky, vindictive, beautiful. Boadi is smart, strong, cunning, sweet. NONE is unknown to all of us.
Aoi, Boadi were similar to each other like water, but Boadi was lower and violet loved, and Aoi was more extravagant and loved blue. NONE is still unknown to us.
Aoi is strict, as they said, loved to keep neutrality. Boadi is merciful, she had pacifist inclinations. NONE served as the subject of destruction.
How hard life was for those! Only the emptiness of space and the fullness of minds. But one day, three - an unlucky number, changed in an instant by two. Aoi, Boadi were left alone. But no big problems happened, NONE appeared, carrying an object that looked like a book.
The «Book of the Day» contained everything. From the concept of time to what people are.
Learned a lot from the book - how to perform magic, how to create plains and fields, what life is and why it is necessary. Names were given to each other, the very ones by which we distinguish them in history. Two continents, Th'ierst and F'iscond, were created - two ideal round islands, one huge, the second smaller. A northern quarter of Th'ierst occupied by forests, in the middle all over the land mountains in a semicircle, everything else - endless fields. On F'iscond, the mountains are everywhere, closer to the water - it is longer and sharper, closer to the abyss inside - it is becoming hills. A castle appeared in the fields of Th'ierst, Boadi chose it, In the F'iskond mountains numerous huts appeared, beloved by NONE, Aoi enjoyed the whole world.
Each one took a fancy knowledge: Aoi - blue souls, Boadi - liveliness of the body, NONE - device of the world.
But even where there are no people, joy is not lasting.
He disappeared, leaving the sisters forever alone, in a world without cunning lives.
They were waiting for the brother: «He will come back again someday?». They waited for the NONE: «Again he is joking». They waited for at least someone, but no one showed up. They were alone with time to think, with time to run wild.
Many questions, and the answers were unexpectedly found. The answer was to blame each other. Boadi blamed Aoi's disposition for making NONE go into hiding. Aoi did not make excuses, and used all the misunderstandings that had ever been, for insults that destroyed the idyll, then telling her sister that she was not worthy of her title of relative. Boady, agreeing, told her former sister not to cross paths with her anymore.
In the sensation of a sinking feeling, they have been doing what made them remember the peaceful days of the past: Aoi was creating souls that were soaring in the sky. Boadi was creating bodies that were supported by the Illusion only. Souls hovered, Shells lay. But life never came. There were no people in the whole earth. After all, the Shells cannot become people without a soul, and Souls without body cannot begin to perceive themselves.
Loneliness broke both of them at the same time. The meeting was cold and short. The agreement was accepted.
In the purest air blue threads float like snakes. Intertwining. Creating nodes. Tearing line to then connect with others.
Purple fog in the colonnaded hall. It's getting denser. Transforming into tangible bones connected by tendons. Inside it organs. The muscles are stretching. The leather wrapping around the entire structure, but tears at difficult places.
More threads cut through the building, leaving holes. Curving towards the bodies. Making a blue pond instead of holes, on the chest, on hands, on head, on feet.
Boadi and Aoi turned to each other like enemy to enemy, holding hands.
But with a sense of duty, they let out a breath of regret. Whether it was because of the decision to leave or because of the decision that brought them together today - I don't know; but anyway, they are here, they are holding hands.
Aoi clenched Boadi's hands tighter, she wanted to say something, but a lump in her throat did not allow. They looked sideways into each other's eyes.
Looking into the eyes, blazing with regret, they give off magical power. Bodies stand up, turning into them - turning into people.
The first sunset on the shore of Th'ierst. On the slope of the mountainous surface with a rare green cover, there is a Human who has only awakened, and God, who has come to check the exploded mind.
- «What is this color?» - asked Human.
And he was told that this is orange
- «Orange ...» - the Man echoed in amazement, but looking down, he was puzzled by something, he turned to his interlocutor - «Can I ask you an immodest question?»
God listened attentively.
- «How do you able knowing this much, Ma'am Boady?»
Answer was short, it only contained references to a person who kept a lot of knowledge from another world. God turned away from the annoying sun. But Human still had questions, but the Creator rejected them, only warmly saying that he would tell everything, but later. Human turned back to the setting sun.
Human looked at the water for the last time, at the reflection of those colors.
Its feeling... a feeling of materiality, craving for more.
And the ocean... the ocean is what caused his mind to turn upside down the most! Also this informative story from the Goddess Boadi, that there - in the distance, there is a second island…
- «What is the color of the dawn?»
A long time ago there were only three of them, now there are millions of lives and billions of dead.