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Ili and Yim yam were bestfriends , they were inseparable godly friendships. ili’s rainbow hair and her glorious eyes , her unique clothing and flowy , her soft pearly skin which looked like she baptized herself with care and grace , her calming yet demanding tone , they were fitting.
Other than yim yam , she wasn’t rainbow-ish , she was a monochrome. Long black hair that glistened and covered one of her eyes , her long black and white hanfu , her black conical hat and the 6 eyes that were dangling from her hat , having three eyes on her cheeks that looked like it was listed one by one, her freezing paper white skin , her claspy raw sharp fingers , having a taller height.
it was surely that people desired ili more than her , it is upsetting. And ili surely took it for granted. She was working on a new planet and didn’t want yim yam to bother her nor anyone. And whenever they do , she just yells forcefully to let her be, the world she is working on has to be idealistic ,like heaven on a planet , grace mercy and peace flavored the world , topping them with hope.
it is ironic how a creator is full of bashful , egoistical ideas, lifestyle as similar as a bastard and witty remarks tries to make a world with peace and stability
then yim yam was behind ili’s back , then gently places an arm on her shoulder. And her words echoed in ili’s ears , “do you..hate me? Ili? I’m not putting any assumptions or pressure on you , so dont get any ideas , I’m just asking,” ili quickly turned her back on yim yam , and backs away to give distance , then she spewed “I never hated you yim yam , stop making things difficult. Can’t someone be busy without anyone interfering in their business?” she roared harshly , her once scared eyes turned into eyes of despair and annoyance — clearly ili had issues with her ,best friend’ then yim yam lowered her shoulders and gazed at ili’s pupils , and slowly yim’s tone starts to be very clear , “so you did hate me. You’re just defending yourself by making everything so complicated Ili! Did you hear me with your ears closed? Are you deaf and stupid! Don’t act like—“ Ili cut her out with a word that is quietly threatening , “do you have to act like YOUR life depends on our friendship? You’re dumbing yourself down because you can’t comprehend the fact that we can’t be friends anymore?! Get off my face! And my life too! Dumb -stupid! A-and lonely girl!”
Yim yam tried to hold back tears while ili just paused watching her bury her emotions with pure satisfaction — but a shower of regret and ache. Then yim yam ran away , far , far away from watching Ili bury her like she didn’t matter to her at all. Crying , sobbing and asking herself random questions that no sane person would ask to themselves , somehow she was only perceived to ili as a “sad , emotional, noncolorful god.” Like she was just something she could replace easily.
A month passed by and ili was still insulting about yim yam , creating her world while gossiping with the thin air , She needed friends — no. Allies. Allies that worked with her , allies that give her all the credit, she decided to take a branch (like from taking a break to from the world , make allies and return back to it and make allies to help her) and leave And slowly she found a distorted grayish apple seed , out of curiosity and morbid reasoning , she decided to plant it , and the dystopian apple tree grew quickly as ever possible , the blooming process was amusing for ill’s eyes to see , and slowly she whispers into the tree’s bark “oh , tree , make me understand your work, make me be your true virtue.” The tree slices her torso naturally , a single eye blinks , and slowly the tree responds back “…the tree requests a chain of order , if you want me to obey your commands , you shall give me a unique treasure of blood , not from an animal , not from a human , not from a planet nor from another apple tree.” Ili widens her eyes , the only thought of getting a unique blood so abstract and powerful only lands on her older brother Joyar , she shakes her head softly , and looks up again at the apple tree and asks her again “is there any other choice?” Ili replied , shocked , then perplexia stares at ili , “the blood must be the unique desire of the orders. It is I — the one who gave out a system to give up on , and I’ll put my life infront of you , it is now. You must do it.” Perplexia answered
Quickly , ran Ili , thinking of her brother , Joyar, the artist who is tired and moody , laying gently on the hammock , water sloshing in the shore , the air hot and just right. Ili swiftly grabs the needle and ran straight towards her brother softly but urgently saying , sweat breaking through her skin and hardly injects the needle into his vein and withdraws the blood from him , “forgive me brother!” She whispers..shaky and scared.
Joyar’s eye shot up , turned around and looked at her , stunned and angry he regained his consciousness and began yelling at her “YOU!…WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? YOU CAME BACK TO MURDER ME WITH YOUR SYRNGE ? YOU ARE DISGUSTING , YOU FILTHY..ABANDONER , LITTLE RASCAL! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” He says gritting his teeth eyes widened , then Joyar ran after her. The siblings running and running around