The Creation Of Kindful Treasures

Beginning

In the period of beginnings, only the dimness of the sky was shrouding over the lands of withering dirt. No life was too present to see nor to touch. Everything was hollow, empty – without emotions that were yet to be conceived. Space was only a factual illusion, striking at any movement, ensuring along with the sync of the feathered wind casting throughout the breathless air.

This was known as the Fourteenth Dimension.

They wandered together as the protectors of their world. Never created nor died, they relate as the mighty brothers, defending their one world from the glistening Skylon Slithers. Born arrogantly from the dust bubbles when pressure overtakes much less space, they glide throughout the atmosphere devouring the murky space in pursuit of light to subdue their deprivation of appetite as blinding white scaled dragons with gaping mouths.

The brothers were known as the Darkus Brothers. They bared faces of inferno skulls and bodies of structured smoke with sweltering hearts. Their shriveled black cloaks shadow over their existence as they carry their scepters of ebony crystal within their hands.

Lai was the foremost oldest, yet never born previously of the others, was a mighty leader with an orange-yellow flame scorching throughout his assembled body of substantial bones that could never crack. He was strong and callous, being a king for jewels and exquisiteness yet devoted to his brothers as they were the only relations to him.

Rai was the second, coldblooded and a fierce fighter, abolishing anything that could cause impairment to their shadowy secluded world. His cerulean misty flame was indecent towards his craving for beautiful metals and ivory diamonds, as an imperative figure of the Fourteenth Dimension.

Ai was the third god, a protector of the silent dark. A strong mighty being, however, had a rather compassionate heart. His earnest green fire was said to never scorch unless a threat venture to challenge his passion for fortification. Ai was rather considerate for stunning riches as he was not appealed to appearance but rather purposes for importance and expediency.

These three brothers of the abyss shared one common thing: They longed for beautiful things.

Yet, Ai was never one to perceive beauty as a physical exclusion. Often, he would wonder about the grounds below by himself for fragmented gears and passive gems. Everything was a sheer vision to Ai; disparate his brothers who desired for adoration.

It was said that the third Darkus Brother had discovered a small vacant cave within the forgotten grounds where the muck was saturated from the streams that derived from underneath the rocks and boulders. Ai would devote most of his free time filling the cave with velvety gems along the walls and constructing fires too vague to view from the outside. Except, the god was sensing rather jaded with himself as he decided to scratch a slight hole into the ground, embedding a valueless seed that would cultivate to become a deceased plant with tumbled pedals, faulting to the ground. Granting, he was quite interested in finding further habits to nurture such things. For daes he would experiment, planting a seed in the dirt, feeding it water, then patting down the soil, only to discover that unconditionally nothing ever grew. Frustrated with the outcomes, Ai blared out a wildfire that binged throughout the cave walls, extinguishing everything.

However, the green flames gave solo traces to each of the gems, instigating a gust of sweltering light towards the middle of the dusky space. Ai gave a hiss, using his boney hands to shelter his face from the impact. The extraordinary light dimmed out into a ball of comet that the Darkus brother wanted to extinguish immediately as time may perhaps give him. An erupt silence made Ai snuff out the thought by the sporadic sight.

The small ball of light hovering above the dirt was producing a bright green stem peering from the ground. A leaf appeared upwards, then a tiny sprout. Ai was astonished by the occasion, that he dared himself to get closer. The vivid green plant raised pompously on its own, held by the light overhead. The god reckoned that it may perhaps only glow if something was shimmering on it, therefore, he left it a secret for him to distinguish.