Long, long ago.
So long ago that even the concept of time had yet to be defined.
He did not know when he had appeared.
Perhaps he had existed long before, but his consciousness had remained in a chaotic state.
There was nothing around him.
He did not know what he was.
But he could feel that he was at the center of a scorching sphere.
That sphere radiated light and heat at every moment.
Back then, he did not yet know that it was the "sun."
And he, Taichu, was a wisp of consciousness within it.
He was weak.
So weak that if the light grew even a little more dazzling, he would vanish completely.
So, instinctively, he curled up and hid, not daring to let even the slightest trace of his presence escape.
Because he could sense "His" existence.
That vast consciousness that ruled over everything.
If "He" was light.
Then he himself seemed to be darkness.
How could light tolerate the existence of darkness?
He hid himself carefully. Before this towering "neighbor," he was like a flying insect at an enormous elephant's feet; every flicker of radiant flame filled him with the terror that he might be erased at any moment.
They coexisted like this for a long time, trembling with fear.
Until one moment.
That vast consciousness seemed to have just awakened from a long slumber.
Then a gaze fell upon the deepest recesses of consciousness, his hiding place.
With just that single look, he felt his faint consciousness begin to melt.
I'm going to disappear.
This was the only thought in Taichu's mind.
He did not struggle, because it would have been meaningless. Precisely because they were twins born of one body, he understood the other's power all the more.
Yet.
That vast will merely