Chapter 6: The Primordial World

Inar and Lior ran across the planet, their laughter filling the air with an infectious lightness. The ground, now covered in shades of pink and green, pulsed with their playful energy. The wind swirled around them, the water whispered in its newborn currents, and the fire, curious, flickered in small dancing flames as the siblings ran past.

Creation followed a spontaneous rhythm. As Inar ran, her bare feet touching the ground, small forms began to emerge. Trees sprouted from the soil, their slender trunks stretching toward the stars, with twisted branches and leaves shimmering in hues of silver and blue.

— "Sister!" — Lior exclaimed in amazement. — "What are these things?"

Inar stopped, gazing at the trees with satisfaction.

— "Trees," — she said, smiling. — "They are rooted in the earth, yet they touch the sky. They are strong and calm, yet they dance with the wind. I like them."

Lior, determined to imitate his sister, touched the ground and focused. His hands trembled, his thoughts spun without direction. The ground hesitated at first, but then, suddenly, something sprouted: small, colorful stalks, delicate and fragile, with soft petals that unfolded before them.

— "What is this?" — he asked, breathless.

Inar knelt beside the flowers, gently running her fingers over them.

— "Flowers," — she whispered, enchanted. — "They are the most beautiful things I've ever seen, brother."

Her laughter echoed through space, and in response to her joy, the ground covered itself in golden grass, fine and soft, spreading like a mantle across the planet.

Lior lay down on the grass, running his hands through its gentle glow.

Inar looked up at the sky and frowned. The starry expanse was beautiful, but there was a constant darkness, even with the stars twinkling in the distance.

— "Something is missing," — she murmured. — "The sky needs a closer star… one that will illuminate the planet for a time."

Lior raised his eyes, thoughtful.

— "Good idea, sister. That way, we'll have light and warmth for part of the time. And on the other side of the planet, beings will still be able to see the stars."

Inar stretched her hand toward the sky.

— "I want a star that warms, but does not burn. That illuminates, but does not blind. I want a star that will guide us, that will nourish the world."

As soon as she spoke, a bright point appeared in the firmament. The light grew, pulsing, until it became a golden sphere. A gentle warmth embraced the planet, illuminating the sky, which had until then remained in darkness.

— "I will call it the Sun," — Inar said, delighted.

The Sun cast its light over the planet, and under its touch, something happened. The trees, once still, began to absorb the light's energy. The flowers opened wider, and the golden grass glowed even more intensely. Inar felt the planet pulse with a different rhythm—something new, something profound.

A concept emerged, soft and inevitable, like a truth that had always existed.

— "Life," — she whispered.

Lior sat up quickly.

— "What is life?"

— "To create is to give life," — she explained. — "Life is movement, growth, change. It is what makes trees reach for the sky, what makes flowers bloom. It is what makes the world… breathe."

Inar closed her eyes and let the new realization spread. The waters began to follow a cycle: they evaporated under the Sun's warmth, condensed in the heights, and fell as rain. The trees absorbed the luminous energy and grew; the grass stretched farther, the winds danced with greater force, and fire, curious, appeared spontaneously in some places, warming and reshaping the soil.

Lior watched it all with wide eyes.

— "Incredible, sister. Life… does it move on its own?"

— "Yes," — Inar replied. — "But we need more. We need beings that will live, explore, and play… like us."

— "Will they be like us?"

Inar remained silent for a moment.

— "Not exactly. We will give life something special. Something… unexpected. We will give them… randomness."

As she spoke the word, she felt the universe tremble. The newly born concept sank into the depths of the planet, intertwining with the very fabric of creation. Life would not be uniform, nor predictable. It would be diverse, spontaneous, surprising.

Lior raised an eyebrow.

— "Randomness? What does that mean?"

— "It means that life will always be different. No being will be exactly like another. That way, the world will always be new."

— "I think I understand… maybe," — Lior said with a lopsided smile. — "Can I create some beings, sister?"

Inar laughed.

— "Of course! But let me make the first one, just so you can see."

She stood, opening her arms. The wind blew, eager. The earth trembled beneath her feet. The water whispered from the depths. The fire crackled in anticipation.

— "You will be the first living being of this primordial world," — she declared firmly. — "You will have wings to soar with the wind. Gills to swim in the deep waters. Legs to walk upon the earth. And a body to dance with fire."

The particles of matter responded to her command. They swirled in the air, merging, shaping, intertwining into form. The being grew before the siblings, its sleek, majestic body covered in shimmering scales that reflected the stars, vast wings that fluttered like crystalline veils, and eyes that carried the glow of the newborn Sun.

Inar smiled, feeling the significance of what she had made.

— "You will be called… Dragon."

The dragon spread its wings and roared. The sound was deep, reverberating across the planet and rising to the stars. In creating it, Inar realized she had woven rules into the world: now, beings that flew would have wings. Beings that swam would have gills. Beings that walked would have legs. And those that played with fire would have bodies strong enough to withstand transformation.

Lior stepped closer to the dragon, which landed gracefully before him.

— "He is incredible," — Lior whispered.

Inar nodded.

— "The first of many, Lior. The first of life."

The dragon took to the skies, its wings slicing through the air beneath the Sun's light. And the siblings laughed, knowing that from this moment on, the world would never be the same again.