There were things I couldn't understand.
I was watching the empty swing in a deserted playground, swaying as the wind took a ride. Winter was approaching. The leaves on the trees had not only stopped turning yellow, but had also begun the slowly suicide. I know it was a melancholic analogy. However, it was a season similar to this when we first visited earth, and when Sadness uttered this sentence that would never leave my mind, I had simply contented myself with looking.
I noticed the ants crawling at my feet. I tried to pay attention to the sounds emitted at a decibel level that a normal person couldn't hear. However, before long, my attention was diverted by a little girl who had come to the playground with her mother, taking over the wind's place as if it weren't there at all. I watched her smile. I observed her, the words she spoke to urge her mother to push her faster on the swing amidst her giggles, her joyous cries against her bright red cheeks.
There was something I couldn't understand. It was the life itself.
The place I came from was nothing like this world. Beyond the concepts of time and space, some place that didn't actually exist but was more real than most things... Terms were not applicable there. Trying to name things and fit them into a pattern was only the characteristic of humans.
We were just... there. Far beyond anyone's sight, yet so close that if they reached out, they could touch it.
I returned to the time when everything began, perhaps for the millionth time. After skipping through many galaxies and playing hopscotch with planets, what I encountered was a memory. A memory of mine. Nothing stood in front of us. In the creation of the world, there were only us; beings without a shape, gender, voice, or name.
"I have a project," said Nothing. "And I want all of you to listen to me."
"Another crazy idea." Someone muttered from the side.
Ignoring it, Nothing continued. "Now I will give each of you a name."
Due to the curiosity that arose within me, I stayed silent.
"What is name?" Someone else asked.
After pausing to think, Nothing didn't waste much time explaining. "A word that describes, portrays you. A mold."
"What's your purpose behind this?" Another questioned.
"Trust me, you will understand," Nothing explained. And then, turning to the side, said, "You... Your name is Fear."
"W-What?" Fear stammered. "What does that mean?"
Leaving the question hanging in the air, Nothing turned to the other side and said, "You're Love."
"I don't know what it means, but I like the sound of it."
The naming ceremony continued for a while. Turning to me, Nothing said, "You..." and uttered that word I still couldn't understand to this day. A word that describes you but one you should never be confined to.
"And I..." Nothing said with excitement. "My name is Nothing."
"I still think this is a nonsense." Someone remarked.
"Now," said Nothing, stepping forward again to address the crowd. "I want you to imagine a form."
"A form?"
There was no corner to the shape that appeared in our midst. At first glance, it resembled a vast emptiness.
"This is..." Nothing said. "Earth."
"Is this another name you made up?"
"A planet. There will be beings in it. Not just one, but many!"
"He's lost himself again," Anger complained with weariness.
