Who created us

-Who do you think created us? Or what created us? — The pale blue cube tilted its head to the side, thoughtfully peering into the sky. “Ugh, well... I don’t know,” the blue square next to the grin looked away, resting his hand on his bent knee. They sat under the Sacred Spruce. It was morning outside, no one was around, so the figures were just relaxing and talking about a variety of things. But Sayan somehow did not expect sudden fundamental questions about the creation of the world from his friend. “We couldn’t just show up, could we?” The Spruce tree has been standing for ten years now and our world has existed, but we still know almost nothing. Where do artifacts come from, why is the energy of Spruce endless, what are purple springs?.. Don’t you really want to know about this? “I didn’t say I didn’t want to.” It's just... Do you think we can do this? We don't have any leads. And is this necessary? Everything is good: we have the Sacred Spruce, which gives life to literally everything and has endless energy, the settlement is developing, everyone lives in peace and harmony. There are no dangers,” the Saiyan leaned against the trunk, taking a more relaxed pose, and smiled the most serene smile in his opinion. - And the purple springs? - There are almost none, and they are not expanding. So there’s nothing to worry about,” he waved it off confidently, but this time his voice trembled barely noticeably. Just a little bit that Cube didn’t even notice. “Nothing yet,” he didn’t notice, but still continued to pursue his line. The Saiyan sighed. - Be that as it may, I repeat: now we can learn and do little new. Covering those pink springs and puddles with earth is our maximum. Let’s solve problems as they arise,” with these words the square stretched and even felt a little real, unfeigned relaxation. “Okay, you’re right about that,” Cube chuckled, remaining thoughtful. - And yet, where did we come from? “I’m telling you, I don’t know,” the Saiyan sighed sadly, trying to hide his nervous laugh. Of course he doesn't know anything. Nothing at all. That's it. No, well, a Saiyan, in fact, cannot just blurt out right now that he is one of the creators of this world. That there are two types of primordial energy. That artifacts appear due to their contact. That “purple springs” are a different type of primordial energy emerging from the ground. That the Sacred Spruce itself appeared as a result of his battle with... But from now on it’s better to be more detailed.

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He didn't understand what he was doing then. He was hardly aware of himself when he was fighting with someone else in the endless void. It's not really a battle though. More like coexistence. It may seem crazy to some to call such chaos that way, but for them it was in the order of things. An endless struggle between two forces that had no beginning or end and was necessary to maintain existence itself. The two primordial energies moved chaotically in the void, constantly colliding and trying to gain the upper hand, although this was a priori impossible. When energies collided, sometimes something new was born: also energy, but completely different. The energy is passive, colorless and, at first glance, useless. No one needed it, so it simply accumulated in the void. At that moment, time and permanence appeared. Each occurrence of a new fragment of energy counted one segment. Each fragment of energy was created in the void and did not disappear from now on. Next to the original, a derivative appeared. New energy, however, soon accumulated in one place. Three large fragments formed. The space sparkled. An interaction occurred. The power that had not been used was finally able to begin to act. She didn't fight or confront anyone. Its purpose, as a result of the interaction of primordial energies, was to create from them something greater, something diverse and intelligent. The turning point has come. He woke up already in the cave, suddenly aware of himself and being shocked by this. He was even more shocked that he remembered everything that happened before the interaction of the fragments. He didn't understand why he lived. It lives, and does not exist, as the original energy should. But no one was going to explain anything to him, because existence itself overnight changed all its laws, complicating them several times. Nobody gave instructions for existence. And there was no one. He was the most obvious candidate for this role, but if he had no idea what was happening, then there was only one way out: to go towards the unknown and figure it out for himself. Well, then it went on and on: the sudden appearance of such a familiar color of energy in the depths of the cave, again the familiar battles, the discovery of a living creature of a cubic shape and a color similar to it among the labyrinths of the caves, wait, what? Oh, well, it looks like the fragments basically created intelligent life. And not in one copy. The creature was friendly and wanted to learn as much as possible about the world around it. He replied that he would like the same, and paused for half a minute, realizing that he could speak. Well, let's go alse: finding a travel companion, traveling through caves and tunnels, finding a fragment stuck in a web, which the fellow traveler confidently called a triangle (well, let’s say), awakening it with the help of a small triangle obtained during battles, the infernal emergence from underground of the original source of the opposite primordial energy , what the hell? I had to save myself, or rather save my friend, while simultaneously finding other fragments and awakening them, wade through the web and annoying spiders (well, why were they created, triangles?), run away from the original Herod again, and finally, oh, really, fill up its fragments, leaving only a hand on the surface. He did not expect such chaos from his new life. Even more, he did not expect the endless sea at the exit from the cave and the triangles that suddenly decided to connect again, but created, it is unclear whether by mistake or at their own request, a black, damn it, hole, sucking into itself everything that had happened so recently was created. I had to figure it out. Throwing himself headlong into the pool in a great reluctance to lose the world that had just begun to open up to him. Inside awaited the native emptiness and... incredible somersaults of the abilities of the triangles, which, apparently, somehow connected incorrectly, stopped performing their normal functions and turned the poor spider that flew inside with him into a monster of the opposite type of energy. But be that as it may, it was thanks to such a trick that it was possible to fight again, get a small triangle and use it to redirect the forces of the fragments in an adequate direction. And then… The world has appeared. Not an empty ocean with caves, but a full-fledged world with forests, fields, rivers, mountains. With the sky and the smiling sun. With figures similar and not similar to his friend. Well, he sat, no longer remembering what a shock this was in his short life, and looked at the fragments, that is, at the triangles, that is, no, already at the spruce made of triangles! I looked and admired. I looked and was perplexed. I looked in confusion and joy. He looked and realized that now he was definitely living, and they were living around him. And that a new common life awaits them.

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So what, he should have told Cube this? Who, moreover, also forgot the events that happened in the cave before the black hole appeared? Hell, he would have believed him. Now no one would believe him at all. When the world was first created, he was at a loss. I didn’t know what to do, where to go or how to behave. His goal was to understand the new world and the new himself, and not to tell others that it was, as it were, he created everything, but as if he was not alone, but there was another one, but now he is in a cave, which is unclear where, and in general, that spruce is the result of their confrontation in, uh, emptiness, yes, and everything around is the result of its activities, but there he also had a hand and in general... And in general he understood little then. And the time to tell something was running out. The figures decided that the creator of all things was the luminous spruce (which, however, was true), they called it the Sacred Spruce and did not think about the issues of the universe any more. Sayan decided that as long as he didn’t figure out what was going on, he wouldn’t interfere with them, and he simply began to live, gradually getting to know everyone and getting used to it. Over time, he understood much more. I guessed something, felt something, since, in principle, I felt the world better than others. A complete picture finally formed in my head, but then the time was completely lost. In fact, who would believe that an ordinary resident of Paradise named Sayan, who was with everyone from the very beginning, was no different, did not preach any speeches about the structure of their world, is the creator of all things. The rest will simply decide that he has gone crazy. “I only believe in what I saw,” and he’s not lying. Indeed, he believes in what he saw, but he can’t tell anyone. - Well, don’t you really want to fantasize? - Nope. “What a stubborn realist you are,” Cube breathed with a smile. - Okay, have it your way. I'll stop talking about this for a while. The Saiyan mentally thanked him. This blue square had a strange fate. The primordial energy of the world, which has become a living, thinking being. A reluctant creator, whose world appeared without his desire, consent or disagreement, and in which he began to live as an ordinary figure. The only abilities that distinguished him from others were the ability to fly (which he successfully hid) and the ability to fight with the opposite primordial energy, although this is most likely just an increased resistance to pain, because other figures in theory could also fight with it and create artifacts upon contact . But, naturally, they didn’t like pain. Yes, the rest of the figures were made from his energy. Large triangles could be created, but for this they needed material, which was the primordial energy, transformed into different matter and woven into different forms, ultimately divided into the above-ground and underground parts in accordance with the in different types. But the creator, who retained his memory and consisted of the first true matter, was alone. More precisely, no. There were two of them. But none of the figures knew about the second one. But Sayan forgot. I remembered it again only a couple of years later, but decided that there was nothing to be afraid of, because he would not get out of the cave. Then “purple springs” appeared, which were definitely of underground origin. Then he began to worry again, but soon realized that they did not pose a threat and scored. Now Sayan is almost calm. They recently held a wonderful festival in honor of Paradise's tenth anniversary. Wow, ten years have already passed. He didn't even notice. Almost nothing has changed. So he will continue to hope that nothing will change, continuing to live by the principle of “come what may” and “solve problems as they come.” So he will continue to let everything take its course, trying to drive away disturbing thoughts. And everything will really be fine. Only after another seven years will the one who was forgotten remind him of his existence. It will become clear to everyone where the purple springs come from. The possibilities of large triangles will suddenly expand. And the usual utopian world will turn upside down so much that Sayan will experience emotions incomparable to those that were when he first realized himself.