Within a boundless chaos.
Endless black and white intertwined again and again, flowing in an eerie fashion like twin yin-yang fish.
At times, black tides swept across heaven and earth, devouring everything into a profound void, as though it were the primordial silence before the birth of the universe.
At other times, silver-white waves surged back against the tide, like Pangu splitting heaven and earth, pushing brilliant radiance across every fold of space.
The two colors repeatedly battled, and every ebb and flow seemed to create ripples of collapsing laws.
Yet in the center of this endless chaos, a hint of green quietly emerged at some unknown point.
At first, the green was as faint as morning dew, seeming liable to be snuffed out by the waves at any moment. But as time passed, the area covered by it grew larger and larger, gradually becoming an immovable green mountain amid the waves.
The black tide came surging violently, but the green mountain remained silent, resisting the erosion with its sturdy foundations.
The white tide swept over it, and the green mountain trembled. Yet amid that trembling, it absorbed the power of the white tide with all its strength, using it to grow stronger.
Time flowed like water. Day and night alternated like surging tides, while the cycle of the seasons rolled across the sky like a giant wheel.
Day after day, month after month, year after year.
The black and white colors that had once churned through the void were now at the end of their strength after the erosion of time. Their mottled halos flickered uncertainly at the edge of the chaos, too feeble to stir even the slightest ripple.
But the green mountain at the center of the chaos continued to grow in silence. Its dark-green ridges pierced