Thirty Thousand Years of Peace

Flame split into light and darkness.

The Light Spirit was silver-white all over, while the Dark Spirit was pitch-black all over. They were born at the same moment, looked at each other once, then turned away and flew toward their respective worlds.

The Wood Spirit split into wind and clouds.

The Wind Spirit was light and graceful, while the Cloud Spirit was dense and heavy.

Hand in hand, they spun through the sky. As they turned, wind and cloud intertwined, transforming into a fine rain that sprinkled down upon the earth. The Water Spirit split into mist and ice.

The Mist Spirit was illusory and ethereal, while the Ice Spirit was hard and crystalline.

They stood to the Water Spirit's left and right, like two sisters with utterly different temperaments.

The Earth Spirit split into Throne and stone.

The Throne Spirit was silver-white all over, its edge fully revealed; the Stone Spirit was grayish-brown all over, steady and weighty.

One tempered its sharpness atop lofty mountains, while the other silently settled in the depths of the earth.

The Throne Spirit split into Throne and silver.

The Silver Spirit was gentler than the Throne Spirit, and its radiance was less dazzling, yet it was tougher, capable of bending to unimaginable degrees without breaking. The Wind Spirit split into wind and lightning.

The Lightning Spirit was purple-black all over, fine arcs of electricity winding around its body.

It flew out from between the Wind Spirit's wings. Every beat of its wings sent thunder rolling through the void.

The Light Spirit split into light and rainbow.

The Rainbow Spirit was covered in seven colors, like a rainbow frozen in place.

It rose from the Light Spirit's palm and traced a beautiful arc across the sky.

One after another.

One spirit after another.

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