The youth could not understand these things called emotions and remained dazed for a long time.
Looking at the woman's ever-placid face before him, another emotion appeared on the youth's face... confusion.
"Do you have no emotions?" the youth asked softly.
The woman slowly shook her head and answered, cool and calm, "I have none."
"Why?" the youth asked again.
The woman slowly turned to look at the vast expanse of white mist. "I... don't know either."
The youth fell silent for a long time, unsure how to express himself, and merely nodded.
"You said earlier that we 'exist.' Then what were we before we existed?"
The woman frowned. She seemed unable to understand the question...
The youth thought for a moment and phrased it differently. "Existence. Since there is existence, there must be 'nonexistence.'"
"Before we existed... or rather, how did we come to 'exist'?"
Just as the youth asked, he seemed to remember something and shook his head. "Right, you said I 'existed' before, and then became 'nonexistent.'"
"That's not right either. My previous 'existence' still had to come from nothing..."
The youth was bewildered and could not understand; the woman was at a loss and could not explain.
The two fell silent once again. After the youth appeared, countless questions seemed to have been born in this space, arising tirelessly and then being pondered...
Unable to work it out, the youth asked the woman, "How did you come to exist?"
The woman shook her head, the memories in her mind stretching infinitely far back, toward an infinitely distant time.
Yet no matter what she did, she could not remember how she had been born.
It seemed that throughout her endless memories, she had always existed...
Bewilderment gradually appeared on the woman's face as well. She did not