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When the universes were formed and new worlds yet to be created, two entities were born by the mother spirit, Nim. One formed from positivity and the other, negativity. They had no physical bodies besides a small flickering core, unable to move much besides an adorable wiggle and hop.
Thus, their mother traversed through the realms in search of inspiration in which to create a vessel for their ‘souls.’ Nim paused at a particular world and their inhabitants, scanning for any that might work well to house her precious sons. After some time she settled on one that would work well and thus she began sculpting their identical forms.
Once Nim was satisfied with her work, she brought them to a world of her own choice and settled her sons down alongside their bodies. In each, she gently placed their core’s onto the chest where the ‘souls’ were to be housed and her sons eagerly accepted their new appearance. As their souls were absorbed into the body, they transformed into a shape familiar to the inhabitants of the world. In the shape of an apple.
The purple souling settled into their body first as the twilight moon shone above and so she clothed him in soft lavender and named him, ‘Nightmare.’ The positive one she clothed in dazzling yellow and named him, ‘Dream’ as the glorious sun rose above the horizon.
She called them close and spoke softly saying that they were to be the guardians of positivity and negativity respectively and to lovingly care for each other as siblings do. She taught them the ways of the world and educated them the best she could. Days and nights past and with her dwindling power, she fell into eternal rest in the form of a large tree with the fruits of positivity and negativity forming on her branches.
Thus marks the end of one story and the beginning of a new one, under the embrace of their mother’s overhanging branches.
Spring led way to summer, then to fall and before you know it, the winter season has begun.
“Wake up, sleepyhead! Rise and shine!! Well… as much as the sun can shine on a cold cloudy day like today that is… (*sigh)”
“Mmm just five more minutes, Night... The bed is SO WARM and the world out there is TOO COLD!”
“Yes yes I’ve heard of this before, Dream. If you don’t wake up and help me with chores and prepare for tonight, I’ll chuck the sheets off you and pull you out of bed myself!”
“Mmh! Fine!! How could you be such a meanie and not let your poor little brother stay blissfully warm for a bit.”
“... Well, I guess you don’t want to participate in our birthday celebration tonight. Seems I’ll have all this delicious cake for myself-”
“W-what!? Nooooo! I’m up! I’M UP!!!”
Satisfied with Dream’s reaction, Nightmare snickers to himself and slowly walks towards Dream from behind who is still bitter about having to get up and face the cold.
“Ack, why is it freezing out here? Even with my mighty fuzzy socks it’s still cold! This coat is not that warm either… Wha- Night!?”
Hugging Dream from behind, the guardian of negativity asks, “Are you warm now? Satisfied with your care, little brother??”
Faking a pout but overall happy, Dream replies, “Yeah, am good! Thanks Night!”
“If not… Heh… I have a better way to warm you up!!”
And with that, Nightmare tickles Dream without mercy who now is but a wiggly squealing skeleton but when his twin brother cries out “M-mercy! Aaaahhahaha! MERCYYY-!!,” does he finally relent. With a hearty chuckle the purple clad skeleton helps the heaving mess of bones off the floor and both of them giggle and smile as they begin their day.
As the end of the day draws near and the twins have had their fill of warm cocoa and sweet, delectable cake do they notice soft white flecks drifting from the sky. Both of them being curious, decide to check what it could possibly be. They’ve known about rain falling from the sky but not these seemingly weightless cloud-like pieces of fluff.
As they step outside, each step leaves noticeable small footprints as they try to tread above the noticeable blanket of white. And the biting cold urges the twins to huddle close as they had out into the frigid winter atmosphere.
Once outside, both Dream and Nightmare stand in awe, their eyelights turning into stars. It’s a breathtaking sight as they are kissed with multiple cold touches whenever a little fleck falls on them.
So this must be the snow their mother was referring to when she was awake. They both take some silent time to reminisce about the days they spend with their creator. Even now she watches over them as the great tree, which has surprisingly stayed bright and lively despite it being winter.
“How dazzling… Wow… T-they look like- ” The positive guardian was at a loss for words, desperately trying to describe the wondrous sight before him.
“They look like… like-”
“-stars!” They finish together as they face each other with uncontained enthusiasm. They then giggle and snicker under the falling glitter of star-like snow. Hugging, they whisper, “Happy birthday to us!… Happy birthday to us indeed!!”
(...and they stayed out a little too long. Dress for the weather, kids!)
