A World Where Something Exists

Episode 1: World

His world

A tundra world of ice and snow is all that exists. A world blanketed in white and decorated with frost, a bland world with no color and no differences. Everything and everyone are the same, everyone and everything are similar, and that is good. The people of this world like their world, they like that it is cold, they like the ice, they like the snow, and most of all they like the dark. The dark brings more cold and no light, so the people liked the night and disliked the day. All the people feel this way except for one, a boy, who is considered odd. He himself is cold just like everyone else, but he does not like the cold, he does not like the snow, the ice, or the frost. He does not like how everything is the same, he does not like how bland his world is, and most of all he does not like the dark. He himself is cold and he lives in a world where everything is cold except for the golden orb that appears for just a few hours at a time. The boy likes the orb he likes that it is warm, he likes that it has light, he likes the colors it brings to the sky. The boy likes the orb and every few hours at a time when the orb was visible, and everyone hid in their homes asleep, the boy would just sit and stare, sit and talk, sit and wonder, sit and bask in the joy that the orb brought him. Even though he is cold, the boy feels more connected to this warm world before him than his own. The boy likes the orb, more than anything in his whole frigid world.

Her world

All that exists in this world is a girl. She is the only living thing, the first or the last is unknown to her. All she knows is that she is the only one like her in her world of warmth and light. The girl loves her world and the voices that surround her. The voices teach her things and they tell her things. The girl loves hearing all the different voices because she is the only being in her safe, warm, bright world. A world filled with color, with flame, with serenity, and with peace. Every day is filled with joy and delight, and everything is just as pleasant. The girl is the only one in her bright and wonderful world and that is good, the voices say. She is the only one like her and all the voices say that this is good, all except one. All the loud and harmonious voices praised her, admired her, and encouraged her. All except for this one voice she would hear for just a few hours at a time. She heard all the other voices constantly but this voice she only heard when her world briefly passed another. It is a world of silver where everything sparkles. The world is small and fragile compared to hers and so is the voice compared to the others. She loves that voice. Something about it calms her; it is subtle and clear, sweet and crisp, it is bland and cold blending much with the world it comes from. The voice is cold but somehow it makes her feel warm, warmer than the world she lives in makes her feel. The girl would sit and listen, sit and wonder, sit and bask in the joy she receives from hearing the voice. The girl herself has never been cold, but the voices told her what cold is and how different it is from her warmth. Despite that, the girl feels connected to the cold voice that fills her with warmth, a warmth that is different from her world. The girl loves the voice more than the joy, light, and color she receives in her world.

Who

~⚪~

The boy's world is a vast void of emptiness. It isn't sad or lonely it is just empty, which reflects the boy's feelings for his world rather well. They are empty. He does not hate nor love it, he doesn't like nor dislike it. There are things about the world that the boy does not like, but the boy feels empty for the world itself. The only thing in his world that the boy feels any emotion for is the golden orb that appears every few hours at a time. The boy does not know why, it is one of the few things he wonders when he looks at it. He also wonders about the people, if there are any. Are the people nice or are they scary, are they all the same or are they all different, did they live together or far apart? If there are people in that beautiful world the boy wanted to meet one, which is one of the things he asks for when he talks to it. Whenever the orb appears the boy would talk to it, whether anyone is listening or not doesn't concern him. Although, he hopes that there is someone. There isn't much for the boy to talk about, but still he talked every day whenever the golden orb came until it disappeared, and even though he never heard a response somehow, he could feel that something was there. The boy likes the orb and the something that he believes might exist there.

~🟡~

All that exists is a girl in a happy warm world and the girl loves her world, but the one thing she loves more than her world is a small cold voice that she hears when her world passes another for a few hours at a time. The girl would always listen to the voice. It doesn't always say much and a lot of the things it says it would often repeat, but the girl listened all the same. The voice would often compliment her world on how bright it is, how beautiful, and how warm it is, but most of all the voice would always ask questions about her and the contents of her world. It would ask about other people, the similarities that the people have, and the differences that the people have. Things that the girl did not quit understand for she is the only one in her world.

'Are not all worlds like that, she thought, is my world the only world with one being? If so, I want to know more about the world the cold voice comes from.' The girl wanted to ask the voice her questions but no matter how hard she tried it seems that she is unable to talk with the voice like she can the others. This isn't the first time she tried to speak to it; the girl loves the voice so much she wants to talk with it like the others. She tried and tried to answer the voice when it talked to her but no matter how loud she raised her voice it could not understand her or couldn't hear her.

"Why is that?" She asked herself, I want to talk with the voice, I want to know whose voice it is, and I want to meet the being who has this voice. Can I?" she asked the voices around her.

"No," they said.

"Why not?" she replied.

"Because it is not perfect," they said.

"Perfect? What is perfect?" she asked.

"You are perfect." they said.

"I am?" the girl asked.

"Yes, you are perfect, so you are good; the voice is not perfect, so it is bad," the voices said.

"Even so, I want to meet it," said the girl.

"You cannot," retorted the voices.

"Why?" She asked again.

"You cannot leave this world for you are the world and the world is you. You are everything good, bright, beautiful, wonderful, and warm in this world. You bring joy and life the voice does not. If you and the voice where to meet the voice would ruin you and you will also become imperfect," said the multitude of voices. The girl did not know what to say or think about this by that time it did not matter anyway, because the world with the small voice was gone.