--origin--
Long, long ago, there was nothing in this world.
Everything was chaotic, distorted, and disordered, without any order or rules.
Perhaps it existed since time immemorial, even longer than this chaos, or perhaps it was born from chaos itself; in this world, there exist three consciousnesses.
They are merely consciousness, without form. They are formless and intangible, knowing nothing, or rather, unable to comprehend how their thoughts work. For countless ages, they have quietly remained in the chaos, keeping each other company.
Until one day, one of them suddenly came to life, and his thoughts stirred the other two who were quietly dormant.
“I’ve decided, I’m going to call myself ‘Qi’.”
"...So this is what you've been thinking about all along?" The other consciousness seemed very warm and gentle, and the helplessness it conveyed was also tinged with doting affection.
"Of course, although there are only the three of us here now, I have a feeling that many, many, many more creatures will appear here in the future! If we don't have a name for each other, we won't know who's calling whom. Hey, what are you guys planning to call us?"
“Hmm…you make a good point. I…I’ll call myself ‘Mu’ then.” Mu said.
Qi asked the last remaining consciousness with a cheerful smile, "And what about you?"
That consciousness simply watched quietly. 'He' had been awake for a long time, and while the other two consciousnesses were communicating, 'he' always watched quietly.
When 'he' existed, those two consciousnesses did not yet exist.
"You're not saying anything again. You haven't thought this through, have you?" Qi asked.
He said, "Hmm."
"Well... how about I think of a nice nickname for you?" Qi said again.
"Um."
...
In the end, Qi still couldn't come up with a suitable title for 'him'. Qi felt that this was a matter that deserved to be taken very seriously, and as a result, he thought about it for a long time that he himself had forgotten.
The consciousness that was first born has never had a name.
He never really understood why Qi always had so much to say, and why his consciousness would rise high one moment and sink low the next, changing more unpredictably than this chaos.
His consciousness fluctuations were always calm and incompatible with the chaotic chaos; wherever his consciousness spread, the raging chaos would calm down.
Mu's aura was very warm, but this warm and inclusive aura contained the same tranquility as 'him'.
Therefore, Qi appears exceptionally different.
The lively Qi didn't like staying in one place; even when there was nothing in the chaos, he liked to wander around. But for Qi, the last consciousness to be born, the chaos was far too dangerous.
The sudden rampage of chaos nearly annihilated Qi's consciousness as he ventured out.
If 'he' hadn't just unfolded his consciousness in a flattened shape (like people spreading their arms and legs) to prepare for another slumber, and hadn't discovered Qi's perilous situation, Qi might have truly perished.
Qi never expected to be saved. As he struggled desperately to escape, he sensed an impending doom. But at that moment, a calm yet gentle consciousness enveloped him, shielding him from the chaotic storm that had shattered his consciousness, like a solid fortress, safe and stable.
Qi was stunned for a long time before he reacted: "Is it you?"
"Hmm." His response was as brief as ever.
Chaos, which was extremely ferocious in front of Qi, was as docile as a lamb in front of 'him'. All that was violent and twisted raged outside of 'his' consciousness, but could not step into the forbidden zone.
This is not surprising. He has lived for so long that he himself is not even sure whether chaos was still called chaos when he existed. Therefore, it is normal that there is nothing here that threatens his existence.
Outside of 'his' consciousness, fragments of Qi's consciousness that had been shattered but had not yet disappeared were retrieved by 'him', allowing Qi to recover little by little.
The repaired consciousness felt so comfortable, and because the injuries were too severe, he gradually fell asleep.
Mu woke up occasionally and checked on Qi. Seeing that he was alright, she didn't say anything more.
With Qi no longer active, Mu and 'him' had nothing more to say to each other, and the chaos became incredibly quiet.
He kept Qi firmly wrapped up in his consciousness and protected him, and life seemed no different from before.
When he woke up, he suddenly discovered that Qi had a physical body, with a head, body, and limbs, and was wearing a white robe.
Both Mu and "he" focused their consciousness on Qi. Qi was curiously touching his body, and then told Mu and "he" that he had just been compressing his consciousness, and that's how he ended up like this.
Mu's consciousness compressed and compressed, and as a result, a sea of fire almost burned a hole through the chaos.
After everything calmed down, 'he' silently released the wall of consciousness that had been plastered on the terrified Qi, and gave up the idea of trying it himself.
First, there were fragments of Qi's consciousness that were too shattered by chaos to be retrieved, and then there was Mu's raging fire.
I don't know when it started, but chaos has become a little different.
Fine dust particles began to float in the chaotic space, but these particles were always annihilated the moment they appeared.
The unusual change excited Qi, while Mu merely murmured, "Is something about to change?" before putting it out of his mind. He, on the other hand, watched quietly, his heart unmoved.
Ever since 'he' saved Qi, Qi has always liked to nestle in his consciousness, enjoying the comfort of being enveloped by that calm and steady consciousness.
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