The Lore of Base Colors
In the Great Beyond, Before All Things
Before time had a name and before the stars had light, there was only the Great Beyond—endless, silent, waiting. And in that vast nothingness, there were two: Red and Black.
They were not beings as we know them. They had no form, no shape—only presence. Red was motion, fire, and hunger. Black was stillness, depth, and patience. They existed together, always together, swirling and shifting through the endless void.
And they played a game.
The game had no beginning and no end. It had no winner and no loser. It simply was. They played it every day, though there was no such thing as “day” yet. The game was their world, their only purpose.
But one moment—though there were no moments yet—Red stopped.
“I am tired of this game,” Red said.
Black did not answer right away. Black never rushed.
“Then what will we do?” Black finally asked.
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But now, a new feeling stirred inside—boredom, curiosity, longing.
“We will make something new,” Red said.
Black was silent. Then, slowly, Black shifted.
“How?”
Red did not know. But for the first time, it wanted to find out. And in that wanting, in that first spark of change, something happened.
A crack of light. A ripple in the void. A tiny speck of White, flickering into existence.
The game was over.
Something new had begun.
The First Creation
Red and Black watched as White shimmered between them, pulsing with light. It had no weight, no shape, yet it was real—something they had never known before.
They circled it, feeling its presence, watching it shift and glow.
“So we can actually create things?” Red asked proudly.
Black watched the flickering White, deep in thought.
“What else do you think we can create?” Black inquired.
Red pulsed with excitement. “Let’s find out.”
And so, they did. 1 reply
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