❝...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.❞
The churn of the winds, the touch of dancing snowflakes. From ice came melted waters, and from heavy clouds pour blades of rain.
The blossoms of spring whisper t...
In the primeval times of the most ancient tales, the three high gods are chosen by the primordial ones. As they were the very first objects of creations, each one of them have served their very own purposes.
Pangu slit his wrists and throat, fresh blood drawing out from his system. The divine ichor trickles down his hands and body, giving way to the creation of all water forms such as the flowing rivers and the vast seas.
A divine offering, as what he has deemed his death, Purusha had his pieces and remains fashioned into all of the earliest living things, sprouting life forms and miracles such as the growing trees and the blooming flowers.
And the last of all, the brain of the giant Ymir serves as the white clouds that would blanket the skies, vast and full of wonder. Great offerings the forefathers of the world had sacrificed, so that the world would be hospitable for the earliest, savage mortals to live.
The undying cosmos soon became one with the boundless universe, as it embraces the world with the shining stars. Their sacrifices were not fated to be in vain, for the Primordial Creator will soon watch over their remains, and would retain their images for the rest of the flowing eternity, as the universe will set the order to keep everything in its usual state.
