Deltratora, the founder, creator, and ruler of the land of Vitrea, the land of paradise where all kinds of naked beings from all over the planet gathered as one after the Great Calamity had been unleashed into the universe by the Fiend with the initials JC, is looking at his people from within his gigantic Palace of Truth. His gaze locks on one mortal form, An, a human who was just born from an old, grotesque, disgusting wall named by all of the residents in the land of Vitrea as Mother of Sorrow.

"Oh my! What an ugly girl! She was born wearing clothing!" shouted one of the creatures of Vitrea, looking at the girl with disgust.

"No way she can live like that for long," another creature with bat-like wings replied as he looked down at An's clothing. "She needs to get rid of those dirty things."

Another creature with a large nose on its body walked up to the girl's side. He too was disgusted at the appearance of An's dress.

"Ugh, look at her feet! Those are so ugly they will rot off her body." said a creature with one eye inside its mouth to his friend.

"Exactly! She's going to die if she doesn't get rid of those horrible shoes and go out there and start working." The other watery creature agreed.

More and more residents of Vitrea began and continued talking about how disgusting An looked while Deltratora sighed from his palace.

It has been more than 5 minutes since their last exchange, which didn't bother him much. It has only been half an hour since An was born from her "mother" and it was the first memory that will keep lingering in her innocent mind for all eternity.

The people of Vitrea believed that wearing clothing is cursed, disgusting, grotesque, and the lowest sin of all. The reason was that the Great Calamity started with the Fiend JC began to wear clothes. Many of their ancestors suffered because of that despicable age.

Some went insane or even turned into fiends themselves when the Fiend JC wore clothes. In fact, every time someone wears something they believe to be cursed, they turn into a fiend of some kind. This is the cycle, one cycle after another. There would be someone who believes that everything was cursed but then again they would fall in love with someone else so eventually they would turn back into their original self. Eventually, it would repeat itself and repeat once more. But never stop until the cycle ended, no matter how many times they reincarnate, no matter how many reincarnations they have; their life would always repeat itself.

In Deltratora's opinion, the mortals should change these stupid customs or maybe even give them to the Fiend JC himself for all he cares. It's not like these people are any different than normal people anyway. Deltratora himself isn't human, he's a monster that was created during a battle between gods, demons, and devils. The Great Calamity happened five hundred years ago after he destroyed the world with a destructive wave of green fire. Since then everyone had fallen into despair due to the destruction he made and Deltratora could do nothing but watch as his people were slowly turned away from his realm, turned into fiends, and become a part of nature. Even the sun itself was tainted by this event that had taken place thousands of years ago. Deltratora remembers how the skies were dark and murky, how the earth was filled with water, and how the trees were covered in thorns and vines.

Deltratora suddenly appeared beside the girl, holding her by the shoulders. "This girl is in my custody. "

Everyone around Deltratora gasped. "What?" One creature spoke.

Before anyone could answer the Saint raised his voice. "I said this girl belongs to me. Now get lost before I have you burned at the stake." With that said Deltratora turned his back on the crowd and went inside his Palace of Truth with the girl in his arms, shutting a thousand gates and a thousand doors behind him.

All the people in Vitrea fell silent for a moment and then began running back to their homes.

Deltratora stood up and put the girl on the ground. "Now then..." He said and walked towards one of his many windows. He stared outside at the ocean and the sky, watching as the stars came alive and the lights from the city lit up the sky. The sky above him was clear except for a tiny black dot moving across it.

Deltratora leaned forward and peered through the window and found the thing that was moving, a small ship flying fast through the night and headed west. He watched until it disappeared from sight, knowing that the girl was safe now.

When the day comes and Deltratora sees the sun rise over the horizon, he looks outside at the ocean. "Same as always..." he said with a bored tone.

"Now, then..." His attention turned to the girl's presence. He took in the sight of the girl standing there in his Palace of Truth dressed completely in white, as usual, without a single speck of dirt in sight. Her hair had grown longer since she had come into his care and he noticed that it wasn't tied back anymore. "Come closer." He gestured towards the door that led into the room.

She obeyed and walked forward. He smiled at her slightly and held his hand out to her. She stopped a few feet away from him and tilted her head in question.

"Don't worry, we won't be doing anything indecent." He winked. She nodded and walked up to him and placed her palm on his hand.

He closed his eyes and lifted her into the air with ease. She laughed and giggled like a young child and wrapped her arms around his neck. Deltratora carried the small woman back through the Palace and to his throne where he sat down and gently laid her on it, making sure to leave plenty of space between them.

Then, he reached behind him and pulled forth a small pouch full of gold pieces. He tossed them onto the floor next to where the girl lay. "You may pick any piece you wish." He told her with a smile as he watched her take a golden coin out of the bag.

Her smile broadened and she looked up at him with a grateful gaze.

"Do you know why your name is An?" asked Deltratora.

An looked at him with curiosity written on her face as she shook her head.

Deltratora explained his theory, "There's nothing more beautiful in the world than the ocean at dawn. Every morning the sun shines and sparkles as brightly as if it were the first day ever. That means that you are the one who is meant to shine the brightest in the world."

His expression darkened a little as he added, "However, that also means you are destined to be cursed and doomed to death. So when I saw you today, I wanted to make sure I gave you everything you needed to survive and keep living."

The girl smiled and nodded. She then picked up another coin and handed it back to him. He returned it to her and waited for her decision. After a short while she finally reached out to grab another coin, this one was a deep red, and placed it next to the gold ones.

"That's right. A pure ruby like yourself will be a worthy servant of mine." Deltratora grinned proudly. "I hereby I enthrone you as my first and foremost servant. Therefore, I'll let you choose a reward now. Go ahead, think of one. Whatever you wish, I shall grant it to you."

The little girl thought hard for a minute. Then she smiled. She ran to the large window, pointing towards the outside of the Palace. Deltratora teleported behind her and looked at what she was pointing at. She pointed at the direction of a large grotesque wall called Mother of Sorrow.

Deltratora teleported behind her and looked in the girl's finger direction. "I see, so you want a mother..."

An nodded solemnly.

"Let me tell you something, An. Why do you want a mother?" asked Deltratora while kneeling at height of An's.

An explained the reasons by using a body sign, like jumping and waving hands, hugging herself, and holding one of Deltratora's hands.

"I see. Love is what you mean." Deltratora patted An's head. "But love... is very hard to get in this land. Almost impossible, I have to say."

An looked down, her face was covered in sadness in Deltratora's eyes.

Deltratora raised his chin and grabbed An's hand. "Follow me, I know the place where you can feel the true love and find your true self."

A few minutes later they arrived in front of a huge wall with absurd statues and paintings all over its surface. Deltratora pushed open one of the large stone doors and walked in front of a tall statue.

"Here, my dear, is the place where all beings all over the realm who seek true love gather and settle down as their true selves. Most philosophers, thinkers, artists, religious people, hardened politicians, and dictators have found themselves here." Deltratora raised his hands to the sky.

He pointed to one of the strange large statues in front of them. The statue is in the form of a middle-aged man with an abstract body and an exaggerated right hand holding a mossy ball. "This one is Alexander the Great." He began to point at every statue and painting they found. "Nietzsche, Aristotle, Salvator Dali, Picasso, Hitler, Saddam Husein, Margaret Thatcher, Churchill, Rasputin, Mandela, Einstein, Bosch..."He continued until 9.999.999.999.992nd statue and 87.245.199.289.433rd painting.

They walked until they reached the two largest statues and paintings. "And finally, in the center of them all, are the greatest four, Buddha, Moses, Jesus Christ, and—"

Deltratora went silent. An looked at him with confusion. She started to pat him on the hand.

"I understand now." He chuckled. "I fucking understand now." He laughed uncontrollably for a moment. He began to dry off his laughter, one, two, three.

"Ehem, I'm sorry, my child. I understand what is the true love and what is the true self at the same time." said Deltratora.

He looked back at An. His smile was not as wide as before. This girl was a blessing in disguise, she reminded him of himself, the old Deltratora. But then again, there's no denying that she looked exactly like the girl he knew, just younger and more innocent. He reached out and hugged her. He hugged her tightly and pressed kisses to her forehead and cheeks. "My An, my little servant, my little treasure... thank you for finding your way into my life."

An wrapped her arms around Deltratora's waist and nuzzled against his stomach. They stayed like that for awhile, but eventually, he released her. Deltratora stood up and wiped the remaining tears from his eyes, and then he looked out to the large, grotesque wall in front of him, the Mother of Sorrow. "The reason why I cannot find my true love and my true self is because I was not completely 'covered' by myself."

An tilted her head in a curious expression.

Deltratora turned at her and said. "Mother of Sorrow, your mother, is not disgusting or ugly as it is. She is beautiful. She is 'herself'. She found her true love. You." Deltratora kneeled and caressed An's cheeks.

An put her arms around Deltratora's neck and squeezed it tightly. She kissed him and whispered. "Thank you, Deltratora."

Deltratora rose and turned away from the wall to look around him. He spread his arms wide. He began to chant bizarre sentences.

̶̯̄⎎̶̣͚̖̃̀͐͘⍜̷̞͓̾͋̉⍀̵̡̊ ̵̘̯͛ͅ⏃̷͚̲͖͊͗̚ ̴̢͍͖̠̎͐̑⋢̮̾⟟̷̛̣̺̪̈́͝⌰̶̝̝̺̮͒⎅̵̧̱̺͌̅͝ ̷̟̥̠̐⍙̴͖̹͝⟟̵͉͍͙̿̀̽̆⌰̵̰͌⌰̷͇͈̖̬̐̑ ̸͈̼͋͋͂⍜̴̤̈́⍀̵͎̘͍̔⋏̸̣̻͂͗̎ ̵͎̻̃͆⏁̵̬͍̖̄͆͌̈́ͅ⍜̴̝̯̳̲͂̋͝ ̵̤̰̙̖͆⎍̶͇̃̓⌇̵̲̼̞͐̾͂̏,̶̥̪̌̉̕ ̶̤̭̥̮̽⏃̷̹͒̈́͊̋ ̷͕̘̫͆͂͋͠⌇̸̢̈́⍜̷̡̖͂͊͛͘⋏̴̪̈́̑͆̚ ̶̦̍⍙̸̡̈́⟟̷̟̇⌰̸̧̘͑̎⌰̵̘̤̖̚ ̶̮̫̻͑̈́⟒̷͙̞͘ ̷̠͕͉͂⟟̶̱͘⎐̷̩̣̜̓⟒̸̤̻̩̣͂̒͝⋏̷̰̽͆̎̃ ̵̠͇̍⏁̶̡̬̗̻̌⍜̴̩̎ ̷̠̠͌̽͆⎍̶͓̅͌͐⌇̴̧͉̘̾̏̕͠;̸̩̜̯̣̔̉͆͠ ̸͖̻͂⏃̸̬̗̥̅̀ͅ⋏̴̦͙́̆⎅̵͉͒̓ ̸̠̖̻̰̄̏͒͊⏁̷̧̞͛⊑̶̨̢̣̔̎̅̃⟒̴̢̖͎̳̍́ ̴͖͌̏̋̓⍜̴͔̯̝̈́͌̃̕⎐̷̟̔͋͝⟒̵̛͙̪̺̩⍀̷̦̬̤̓̓̓⋏̷͓̥̥̗̀⋔̷͙̽̒́̈́⟒̵̘̝̦̖̾͊⋏̸̯͒͘⏁̵͖͇͖̍͘͝ ̵͍̖͆̃⍙̶̲̜͊⟟̴̨̟̹͝⌰̷̖̗̖͇͛̇⌰̵̳̪̄̔͗̕ ̷͕̰̹͊͛⍀̶̮̥̈́̍̔̓⟒̸̲͎͕͖̌͊͝⌇̴̪̹̞̀̀͗⏁̵̼̲̺̃ ̵̧̲͙̱͛̇̚͝⍜̶̤͓̿͆͋⋏̷̧̩̤̯̐́̀ ̵̨͇̦̰̍̐͌⊑̵͙̹̠̺͂⟟̵̭͂̀̐̕⌇̸̿̾ͅ ̴͈͙̉͛̓⌇̶̧̪͕͎͆⊑̴̼̈́̾̕⍜̴̳̌⎍̶̝̋̀̕⌰̷͉̭́̋⎅̴͉̽́⟒̶̤͍̤̣͐́͠⍀̶̧̬̮̉̌͋̀⌇̸͈̄̿̇;̶̭͔̪̕ ̷̬͍̫͎̿͠⏃̸̺̬̈́̊̑⋏̵̙͔̓͗̇⎅̷̪̥͗̕ ̶̧̺̻̪̄̈́⊑̶̧̈́͑̚͝⟟̸͚̰͑̈́͑⌇̵̙̹͇̫͋͆͠ ̵̧̟͖̘̓͒⋏̵̡͓̚͝⏃̷̭̍̒͝⋔̴̰̳̊̕͝⟒̸͖̎̐̾̇ ̴̢͈̦̫̌⍙̵͉̉ͅͅ⟟̴̱̣̩͂͌̄ͅ⌰̸̭̈́̌̋⌰̸͔̭͕̖̀ ̴̮͐̎́ͅ⟒̵̥͆̒͝ ̷̱̎́̄⏃̷̛̛̤̘̫̾̆⌰̸̧̭͇͓̔⌰̶͎̈́́͋̄⟒̶̹̗̘̃̀⎅̴̛̗͈̤ ̷̥̽̿͆̎⍙̵͖̋⍜̸̭̠̟͇̂͗̂⋏̶͈͓̱̙̎̾̔͌⎅̶̨̛̳̤̃͐͆⟒̴̰̍͘⍀̴͙̯̒̂⎎̴͎̈́̎͗⎍̸̨̛͕̍⌰̶͓̫̯̃̉ ̷͉͈̰̋̑⍜̷͎͋͠⎍̶̧̦̓ͅ⋏̶͕̞̋⌇̸̼͔͕̼̓̄⟒̴͎̣͇̱̔⌰̴͉͇̖̝̆̋͝͝⍜̴̝̹̫̿́̌̏⍀̶̹̲̓͗̔̚,̴͈͌̅͑͜ ̷̣͎͔̰̅͌̇⋔̸̢̡̛͔͍̀⟟̶̺̩̓̔̕͜⊑̶̹͋̽͆͝⏁̸̥̏̋͛⊬̵̰͙̎̈̈́ ̴̢̟͚͛͂́⍜̷̙͐̑́͜͝⎅̵̹̫̫͖̎̓̊͝,̴͉̿͛ ̴̭͉̯̈́̂̇̂⟒̵̼̫̹̂̉́̾⏁̷͎̠͙́⟒̴̱̬̯͂⍀̶̲̆̈́͂⋏̵̖̮̃͛̓⏃̵͔̦̖́⌰̴̫̙̫̾͋ ̵̤̟̃̎⎎̶̹̲̫̻̎̌͠⏃̷̤́̏̀⏁̸͉̇̿̓̾⊑̶̤̤͊͂͝͝⟒̷̻̜̅͝ͅ⍀̸̳͓̈́͒͐,̶̹͈͘ ̴̟̙͚͐̐⌿̶͉̜̙̺̆̈⍀̵̀̐̐͐ͅ⟟̶͕͙͔̆͝⋏̵͙̱͌⟒̴͍́̄ ̸͎͇̂͛͝⍜̴̼̣͉̳̏́͌̐⎎̷̡͔͌̈́̆́ ̷̗̼͖͋̏͐⌿̴̱̽⟒̶̨͓̝̑̊̌̄⏃̷̛̩̥⟒̷͕̻̠̔̽̒.̴̫͔̜͓̐͗̀̋ ̸̢̻͇̀̔̔͠ ̶͇̪͑̄⏁̶̒͜⊑̴̟͍̠̄⟒̵̛̮͛̀⍀̷̨̭̖̅̓̂̀⟒̸̺͎̎́͊͜͝ ̸̛̻͓̈́̚ͅ⍙̸̛͍̝̩̼̾͘⟟̴̤̮̆̽͘⌰̵̱̖̞̙̓̇́͂⌰̷͈̭̼̪̑̋͌ ̴͖̯͇̃̀̊̔⟒̶̨̼̯͒̊͆̆ ̷̟͓̻͋͐⋏̸̩̃̐́̚⍜̵̘̰̝̮͊̐ ̶̘̇̍̔⟒̸̱̙͑̓͜⋏̴̢̹̘̂̈̃⎅̴̤̭͓̭̅ ̷͎͋̈̆͂⏁̶̢̱̦͍͌͋̑͘⍜̷̥̺͔͝ͅ ̴̢̙̜̈⏁̶̆̌͜⋢̛̤̲̠⟒̷̥̤̩́ ̴͔̫̗̲̈⟟̵͍͓̐̓͠͠⋏̴̧̞͎̩̽̽̎⍀̶͕͘⟒̸̙̣̀⏃̷̨̍́̉͝⌇̴̞̈́͐̀́⟒̵͔̮̈͆̒ ̷̤̇͆͝⍜̸̬͖͓̉̉⎎̶͓̰͈͉̈́ ̸̡̟̈́̆͋̕⊑̷̥̎⟟̵̥̬̍⌇̶̢̹͝ ̵͔̋̄⍜̴̬̞̿̿̕⎐̷͔̀̎̀⟒̶̨̩͔͙̋⍀̶̗̘̔⋏̴͙̣̫͇̔⋔̵͙̬̩͈̓̾̎̇⟒̵̡̲̖͔̈́͆͋͐⋏̸̲̀̐̀̓⏁̷̦̾ ̷̥̗̫̳̾̃⍜̴͉̾̄⍀̷̳͂ ̸͎͎̦́̈́ͅ⍜̶̩̥͔̽̀͘⎎̸̩̟͕̃ ̸͎̓͝⌿̶̡͚̜̠̽⟒̴̣̻̯̝͐͘͝⏃̵̰̗͍͍͝͠⟒̸͓͐̓̇,̵̡͂́ ̸̝̮̥̰̏̍̇̏⍜̸̧̤̗̆̑͐⋏̸̧̡̯͖͐̕ ̶͖̬̲̌⏁̴̘̑⋢̡̎⟒̶̜̏̉́̾ ̵̧͓͎̤͊͊⏁̶̮̗͚͖̀̒̏̑⋢̲̟̀͊̊̀⍀̵͖̱̘̘̿͒̕⍜̶͙̂́⋏̴̰͐͋̏⟒̵̮̳̆͒̌ ̶̢̻̜̭̇⍜̴͉̊́⎎̵̣̯̝̩̒ ̶̧̻̉͐̎͊⎅̸̡̟̬̌͒̇̋⏃̸̍͐̂͒ͅ⎐̷̤̥͔̺̆⟟̵̡̧͓͍̀⎅̴̛̲͉͕̥̒̎̕ ̶̪̆́⏃̴̜͐̍͋⋏̶̤̱̊̅̒⎅̵̜͙̬͑̔̐̾ ̸̹̯̓̈́̊⍜̸͙̺̺͋͂̌⎐̷͕̭̆̈́̃⟒̴̻̦̼͈̎̈́̕⍀̶̟̯́̿͝ ̶̧̥̆͠͝⊑̴̰̤̗͎̈́⟟̸̡̩̤̿̇͒͋⌇̸̤̥̀͗͜͜͝ ̷̲̱̐͐̋͑

⋏̶̧̟̠̑⎅̵͈̱̂̆̌͜⍜̶̘̯̉̽ͅ⋔̸̨͈̐̀̈́,̷̟̠̦̖̑͒ ̷̛͖̠͕͛͊̆͜⏁̸̨̪͐̋̄̿⍜̷̰̏̐ ̶̦̰̱̃̑̈⟒̴̱̻͍̠͂⌇̴͈̀̑̀͠⏁̴̧̣̈̂⏃̷̯̰̀͘⌰̵̳̪͔̓⟟̵̥̤́⌇̴̯͊⊑̶͇̭͚̲̍̌ ̸̘̦̗̿⟟̵̜͔͕͚͑̈⏁̴̛̗̺̥̰ ̷̥̭͙̓̀͜⏃̸̱͚̙̀͗͂͊⋏̸̌̏̑ͅ⎅̴̙̭̻͎͛̇͐ ̵̧͇̅⏁̴͖̜̖̂̑͜⍜̶̩̈̽̀ ̷̣̓́⎍̵͇͙͙͑⌿̷̫̖̆⊑̷̺͓͐͋̽⍜̶̪̼͍͈̾̏⌰̷̙͈̘̳̑⎅̵͔̪̺͍͋̈͒ ̴̣͙͉̐͌⟟̵̙̞̍̇̚⏁̸̢͕͍̐͋ ̴́̃̕͘ͅ⍙̴̩̤̯́̔̚⟟̸̩̰̞͚̀̍̒̇⏁̶̡͉͖̺̽͘⊑̷͓͉̫̍̈́ ̶͎̪̞̑̑⟊̴̩͈̄̈́̿̚⎍̸̫̺̂͌̀͝⌇̵͚͕̳̌͊̚⏁̸͔̪̬̾͑̽̀⟟̶͉͈́̓⟒̶̨͝ ̷̖̎⏃̸̢͓͕̬̍̌͘⋏̶͔͙̭͚̅⎅̵̐̉ͅ ̸̼́̿̿͝⍀̵̦̻̏̋̊̇⟟̶͚̹̈́͜⋢̪̹̄ͅ⏁̴̩̼̰͓̈́⟒̶̢̝͒̎͜͠⍜̷̗͐ͅ⎍̴͉̺̳̾⌇̶͖͈͗ͅ⋏̸̺͉̙̋͘̚̚⟒̷̛̭̳́̒̇⌇̶̠̰͇̌⌇̸̰̝͆͆ ̶̱̋͝⎎̴̦̰̭̆⍀̷͔̼͚͐̒̓͝⍜̸͉͎̼̋̈́̀̐ͅ⋔̵̙͑̇͋ ̶̢̧̥̞́̍⏁̵̫͒ͅ⊑̶̛̣̞̈͜͠͝⟒̸̨͙̣̌⋏̴̣̎ ̵̩̳̗̚⍜̴͇̭͋̈́͠⋏̸̯̖̀̊͂̄ ̷̱̝̭̒̚̚⏃̶͎͎̞͑̀͒̇⋏̵͉͑̅̚⎅̸̢͙̋̓̑͌ ̵̼͌⎎̴̗̊⍜̸͚̺̭͈̍⍀̴̧̗̳̱̈́⟒̸̧̳͔͖͂⎐̷̟̦̪̲̋̉͌͗⟒̷̿̓̚ͅ⍀̶̠̰͂̇͝⋔̵̡̢͙̂⍜̶̪̼̈́͆̈͜⍀̸̹͓͐̒̿̕⟒̶̝̯̞̆̆͘.̶̨̚ ̴̰̹̘͑̋̓⏁̴̢̤̞̻͂⊑̷͙̠̈́̿̋⟒̷̩̪͛͒ ̷̡̞̘̚⋉̴̲̻̫͓̔̈⟒̶̙̊́⏃̸̞͔̮͌̏̀̔͜⌰̷̡̺̥̓̓ͅ ̷͈̃̊̉̓⍜̶͙̞̀͂̿͝⎎̴̼̫̯͗ ̷̺͔͍͒̃⏁̶̳̠͋⊑̶̼̈́͌̎̋⟒̷͙̌̇͂̄ ̶̢̮͚̓̽̈̉⌰̷̧̣̰̪́͋͑̐⍜̶̥̤̞̊̆̅͠⍀̷͚́̌⎅̸̩͖͈̓ͅ ̴̞͓͇̣̒̅̀⍜̴͖̔̔⎎̶̨͎̹̈́ ̴̯̭̟̭̒́͝⋢̡̯̮̀⍜̶̳̠̰̩͗̌̏͝⌇̴̨̬̉̊̋͜⏁̴͚͚͒͝⌇̸̺͔͎͛̇͘ ̷̗͚̻͈͐⍙̵͙̘͙̓̔̈́͠⟟̴̢̮͎̾̔⌰̷̮͋⌰̶̣̭͆̑ ̵̨̝̫̓̾́͝⏃̶͈̞̥̿́͒⍜̶̗̳͕̠͒⋔̴̖̦͎̹̓̍⌿̸͍͖̥͘⌰̷̲͛͐̽͛⟟̴̪́̓͝⌇̸̤͚̱͆͊͊⊑̴̲̱̼̞̀͋̚ ̴̡̫͎̈⏁̸̼̥̘̋̇͑̆⋢͈̬͝⟟̷̥̝͖͗͝⌇̶̫̄̃̅͝.̸̱̎ ̴̴̡̗͚̱̼̗̾̑͑̊̇͑͠ ̴̷͍̠̘̝̃̎̉⏁̶̧̯̅͗͆ͅ⋢̰̼͂͘⟒̵̹͈͙͍̽⍀̶̢̪͚̈⟒̵̼̜̜͆̀⎎̷͈͍̄⍜̵̡̘̟͋̽̌⍀̸̲̙̝̼̍̓⟒̴̖̀̋̉ ̸̣̟̜͔̔̀͐⏁̸̻̱̗̲͗̋́⊑̶̺̀͗⟒̴̜͖̣̒̾̈́̇ ̴̟̲͚͊⌰̷̬̬͎̲̇̃͠⍜̴̭̈́͂⍀̵̝̒⎅̸̧̱̹̓̍̈́ ̸̗̭̐⊑̶̝͙̩͐͋⟟̷̨͉̯̯͊̿⋔̵̹͍̬̥̃͆⌇̵͇̪̲̥̌́⟒̵̪̥̥̈́̈́⌰̶̼͙͇̀⎎̶̣̝͕̦͊͒̎ ̷̭͇̤̎⍙̶̗̄̓͜⟟̷̭͚͕̤̎̾⌰̴͕̜͕̀́̿⌰̷̡͎͓̂̕ ̵͈̉⟟̸͉̰̠̳̓̌⎐̷̡̛̠̈́̓⟒̴͎̝̦̰̍̿͝ ̵̘̮͒̽̄͊⊬̷̲͎̜̞̓⍜̴̰͕͖̝͛̄⎍̷͇̺̩̯̋̆̎͝ ̶̤̝̈́̿⏃̸̧̱̪̾̎̍̒ ̸̩̐⌇̶̘̂⟟̶̨̨͖͔̓⋏̶̨̫̫͆̎̓ͅ:̵̧͙̣͊ ̸̢̲̐̽̐ͅ⟒̴̖̱̬͕͛⊑̷̜̯̍̇͐̂⍜̴̨̜̰̭̄⌰̸̘͕̙́̅͗͂⎅̶̧̜̪̙̓̽͠,̸̮̊̓ ̶͈̾̇̉⏃̸̝̹̀̊̅͘ ̵̮̜̎͛⎐̵̦̱̺͖͒͒⟟̷̟͇͊̀̄͠⍀̵͉̖̿̓̀⟟̶̜̙̣̀̒⋏̴̧̤͐ ̷̙̠̾̐͒̕͜⍙̸̺̤̓̇̾̆⟟̸̺̂͋⌰̶͎̈́͐⌰̷̙͛͋ ̶̱̩̬̌ͅ⟒̴̟̯͝ ̴̲̌͋̔⍙̴͈̩̃⟟̷̱̗̳̀⏁̷̭̲͇̜́⊑̶̖͓͌̎̂ ̸̖̙͔͒͒̒͐⋢̧̻̮͓̀̋⟟̷͕̜̌̾͒⌰̷̢̻̻͕̓̕⎅̴͕͕̥͚̒̕ ̸̰͙̣̈́⏃̴̡͔̥͔͑͒̿͠⋏̴̳̾⎅̸͔̬̎ ̸̠͔̭̭̽⟒̴̭̫̟̘͒͊⏃̵͕̎͝⍀̸̪̥̩͑ ̴̢͔͓̲͊̉͛⏃̷̨͎̰͕̑͝ ̶̗̣͒⌇̴͚͒͂͠⍜̶̭͗͐̆⋏̷͚͙͚͍̍̋̆,̸̱̺͔̕ ̵̥͉͓̠́̍̆͘⏃̵̧͕̰͛͆⋏̴͈͎̈́⎅̶̧͇̮̔ ̸̱͋̀ͅ⌇̴̖̞̣͑⊑̶̲̩̻͌͒⟒̴̹̩̿̈̑ ̵̦͌̑̿⍙̴͉̺̈́̽̍̚⟟̷̬͋̒̈́̉⌰̷̧̙͍̈́͑̋͠⌰̴̺̖̃͂ ̶̠͙͎̀̊⏃̸̗̏͊̋⌰̴̭̮͇̰͊⌰̸͈͒̄ ̶̱̖͗⊑̶̱̟͖̆̌̊̍⟟̷̫̽̕⌇̵̩̭͋͗̔͗ ̴̡͆̃̈͌⋏̵̟̝͗̇̎⏃̷̧̛͇̠̈́͝⋔̶̲͓́͛̏⟒̸̼͛̋ ̴͎̝̀̌͂⟟̴͖͖̩̂̅̑͘⋔̵͉̫̅̆̆̈́⋔̴͖̈́⏃̴̲̀́⋏̸̦̻̂̒̚͝⎍̸̮̻̼͎̚⟒̴̫̯͈́̉͑ͅ⌰̷̟͐.̸͖̗͗̏̚.̸͖̗͗̏̚

The land of Vitrea began to vibrate, rotate, change shape, shrink, and coil into a small circle at the center of the universe, beginning the second arc of the Great Calamity.

An, the lone and only survivor of the second Great Calamity, was looking at the small circle that once was her birthplace. The circle's surface shimmered as she looked upon it, a light blue color reflecting in the eyes of the young girl.

The young child raised her head, watching the blue light grow brighter until it exploded outward in a blinding beam from the center of the circle. A moment later, everything seemed to go black before fading back to its usual grayness. The young girl fell backwards into starless space.

The last thing she saw was an eye staring back at her from inside of the swirling, white light...

Eons later...

An, the founder, creator, and ruler of the land of Fitrea, the land of paradise where all kinds of clothed beings from all over the planet gathered as one after the second Great Calamity had been unleashed into the universe by the Fiend with the initials D, is looking at her people from within her gigantic Palace of Love. Her gaze locks on one mortal form, Fin, a human who was just born from an old, grotesque, disgusting circle named by all of the residents in the land of Fitrea as Father of Truth.

"Oh my! What an ugly boy! He was born with torn clothes!" shouted one of the creatures of Fitrea, looking at the boy with disgust.

The End [(∞])