Back then, there were none.


In the hushed expanse of Nowhereland, where existence itself was as ephemeral as a wisp of smoke, I, Red, the embodiment of passion, emerged from the void. My heart pulsed with an insatiable desire, a yearning for the world to feel my fiery touch.

Green, my sibling, emerged next, his essence imbued with the promise of revival, Yet, his spirit was plagued by envy, his gaze forever fixed on my vibrant vibrancy. He sulked in the shadows, his heart yearning for the spotlight, for the power to command the attention I so effortlessly commanded.

White, the embodiment of purity and absence, materialized from the void, He was a paradox, a symbol of both nothingness and all that could be.

Cloaked in enigma, Black was the last to emerge.Rumors said he was omnipotent, but he kept his humble solitude.

My ever-curious passion, was drawn to Black’s enigmatic aura. I  yearned to unravel the secrets he held, to penetrate the depths of his mystery. Yet, time and again, Black resisted my advances, his resolve unwavering against her passionate enchantments.

As rejected by all my temptations, a rosinande of rebelling pride began to conquest me. Sneakily approached to my innocent brother. My laughter, a cascade of crimson notes, danced upon the air, a playful melody that rippled through the ethereal expanse. I felt a surge of exhilaration as our movements, a harmonious blend of red and white, painted the void with a kaleidoscope of colors.

Sensing his opportunity, Green emerged from hiding, a serpent slithering towards Black.With malice dripping from his forked tongue, he whispered poison into Black’s ears, his words like venom seeping into the depths of Black’s mind. Disoriented by this blast of new feelings,Black’s anger grew, consuming him like a raging inferno. As Green’s insidious words continued to pour into his mind, Black’s rage reached a crescendo,  he wanted to cry, to shatter  the delicate balance of Nowhereland with a deafening roar. Yet there had not been any roar or cry  before. Therefore this resplendent unborn cry released as a magnificent thunderclap. The divine equilibrium of nowhereland hence was rifted.


Amidst this chaos, Green, the architect of this turmoil, watched in horror as his venomous words had unleashed a force he could never have imagined. His soul, once consumed by envy and malice, was now torn asunder, its fragments scattered across the shattered landscape. Yet there was left some good in my envious eyed brother, A fragment of Green’s essence, a testament to his fleeting goodness, took root, a seed of forgiveness amidst the wreckage.From this seed sprouted the Tree of Life, its branches reaching skyward, STOOD AS A beacon of resilience.

I watched in despair as White’s pallor deepened, his fear morphing into a haunting resignation. With a final, heart-wrenching whimper, White disappeared into the swirling Branches, leaving behind a desolate void, a stark reminder of what happened on thAT DAY.


 I, Red, the embodiment of passion, am vanquished, my fiery spirit extinguished. My
once vibrant soul seemed to wither, my presence growing fainter, so I left. My soul was too weak to bear the passion, thus i threw it away, None had seen passion since then.

Black, as I heard,  was so regretted and ashamed, Crying rivers he hid the tree. It was ages ago. 

And the whispers of the Tree of Life reached the ears of brave souls, those drawn to the promise of granting wishes. They ventured tree by tree, seeking the hidden treasure that could fulfill their deepest desires.

But beware, my friends, Tree of Life is capricious by its nature, its responses unpredictable.
So, proceed with caution, my friends, as you venture into the vast expanse of wishes and desires. The Tree of Life may grant your heart’s desire, but it may also reveal the hidden darkness within your soul.