Origin and annihilation are two sides of the same coin.
The way life must be lived is often taught by the silent beings of this world.
Yet humans wander, unaware of reality, bound by a single principle — sacrifice.
They refuse to accept their mistakes, which is deeply ironic.
But the world I have created… is far crueler than that.
This… is life, my friend.
The scene of a battlefield unfolds.
In the fading light of evening, a woman rides a white horse.
Determination burns within her eyes as she charges toward war.
Strapped securely to her back is her three-year-old daughter.
Her gaze fixes upon the soldiers ahead.
For a moment, it feels as though this evening will mark the end of everything.
Bloodlust looms over the soldiers like a curse.
Suddenly, a ray of sunlight strikes the woman.
The horse stumbles.
She falls.
The child slips from her back.
Yet before tragedy can claim her, the mother catches the child within her trembling hands.
She looks at her daughter — not with fear, but with an unbreakable resolve.
A distant roar echoes across the battlefield.
The horse rises.
Their eyes meet.
As if understanding everything without words.
Everything will be fine.
The woman whispers:
"I entrust my daughter's life to you."
The horse turns…
…and runs.
The woman lifts her head toward the sky.
"I may not be a man," she declares,
"but I refuse to be weak.
I must fight this war, no matter the consequences.
This is not my desire —
this is destiny's will."
Moments later—
The soldiers attack.
She falls.
But her final smile speaks louder than death itself.
She did not survive…
but her daughter did.
High above the sky, a young man appears, suspended without support.
His white hair flows like a silent omen.
He stretches out his hands.
The earth trembles.
"I no longer believe this world serves any purpose," he says coldly.
"I have tasted the bitterness of existence long enough.
There is only one path toward peace…"
Division.
The ground fractures.
The world splits into three parts.
Trees wither.
Life fades.
And then—
The young man's head falls from his body.
The Question
Thus begins the creation of Trilok.
But one question remains…
Where did such power originate?
Was the woman's death…
…and the division of Trilok…
a carefully orchestrated conspiracy?
Or merely a decision made in a single, tragic moment?