A Tale That Never Known

Little Lu as always she does, wandered through the endless of this white world. Her small feet pressing delicate imprints into the unmarked ground of white, as if leaving behind whispers of her existence. The vast emptiness stretched in all directions, quiet and still, yet like a canvas with emptiness it held secrets just beyond reach. With every step, her wide greyish-blue eyes are still in curious—scanned the blank horizon, searching for something, anything, that is not just emptiness. She walked with wonder, her thoughts spilling into questions that echoed softly in her mind asking herself "Why is it so like this?" "How far will it goes?" "Everything is the same or did I really move?" Each question stirred her small heart, propelling her deeper into the unknown. But for every curiosity and endless questions, answers only revealed more mysteries, a cycle both endless and irresistible.

At times, Little Lu would stop and sit down, her eyes wide and her mind swirling with thoughts. She could think now, could learn and touch, and, most surprisingly, she could feel. Yes! Feel. It is what makes her more alive and not bored of this on her own. She has experience 'Feel' from pain. On her way, moving and make use of the hands and feet. Wiggle the tiny fingers and toes, forward, backwards, hop, run, walk, all the use she can use and that is when the moment where a little jump slip a bit and dramatically make a tiny twist that lose her balance. Scree! "Lu!!" She fall and brushed that knee on the white ground surface. It's funny how she learn the feel from pain. At first, the moment it brush, an unfamiliar sensation shot up from the small scrape. It wasn't just a sting—it was a sudden, raw touches pressure that seemed to pulse through her entire being, a feeling that made her gasp. The pain was like a hot thread, tiny but fierce, tugging at her skin and nerves. That is when she don't like. This is something she won't like it. In surprise, touching the spot with her tiny fingers. The surface where her knee had landed was soft, almost velvety, but the small scrape was different. It was rough, warm, throbbing even in that tiny touch, and somehow an unfamiliar feeling that jolt her body. That brief rush of sharpness teach her well that she can feel with this form. Part of her. Little Lu, didn't understand what had happened—what was this strange feeling that made her flinch, something that made her want to pull away from her own body? She had no words for it, but she knew it was real, undeniable. The soft warmth of her skin, where everything else felt so smooth, now felt interrupted, marked by something sharp and new. It wasn't just a sensation—it was a change. And it was hers to experience, as much a part of her as the soft, white world she had been born into.

In this world without time or is it? Where moments were fleeting whispers in a windless void, Little Lu felt a change that was definite—like a breath she didn't know she had, it kicks in and out before she could grasp it. There was no ticking of a clock, no shift from dawn to dusk, yet she is changing beyond what she knew. Her body, once formless and undefined but just a pebble size and now had subtly grown. It was a quiet evolution, like the soft unfurling of a petal that would never fully bloom. Her hair—soft and thin like the a very thin threads of threads—began to grow, not in the way she could measure, but in the way she could feel. It brushed against the back of her neck, it is tickling and delicate and fleeting, like a touch of feathery behind her. It was so light, so fragile, that it almost sometimes she feels and when adapted, it vanish before she could understand it. It was there, then gone, leaving only a faint, tickling sensation, a soft reminder that something was shifting within her.

She could sense it—an instinct that has lead her from the moment she gain conscious, but by an inner awareness that make her continue to move. Her curiosity bloomed in a way that was both urgent and quiet, like it can't make out of this urge, to see, to come for it, seeking the truth of this hidden unanswered of whiteness. Her feet moved, not with the purpose of going anywhere, but with a goal of chasing something ungraspable. Each step was a fleeting ripple, as if she were caught in the delicate space between thoughts, her body yearning to chase the mysteries that existed without being seen. Her existence and this empty canvas is the questions that replays in her. She need it. The answers. The urgent move with a goal in mind, suddenly, she felt it. The ground beneath her shifted slightly as she ran, something soft, something new. Little Lu spun around, her hair fluttering in the air, and for a brief moment, she felt weightless. She spun and twirled, laughing—until she stumbled, falling from a touch of another concreted touch.

"Luu-uu!" she said, the sharpness of pain in her chest. She blinked and looked at what she had fallen on. It was... different. There was a shape beneath the white ground. Something that is out of this whiteness world, something new. "Lu...." Little Lu murmured, crawling closer to it, her hands touching the thing that is in a shape of crackle, cool surface of this strange thing. The edges were pointy-thingy then straight, and it was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It didn't match the soft, smooth texture of the land. This was harder, almost like a something she can't describe because of her limited knowledge. Little Lu couldn't understand it, but she felt compelled to explore. Little Lu's fingers curled into the shape, feeling around the edges. She dug and dug and dug. Her tiny hands moving eagerly as if trying to uncover this mysterious thing. With each dig, the white ground loosened and fell away like revealing the out-of-place thing that is very very different! The contrast of it in her eyes that is not the same as this emptiness world, not white. The mystery was becoming clearer with every movement.And then, there it was. A pointy shape, something hard and sharp, poking out from beneath the surface. It was nothing she ever see and gosh it's bigger than she is, but the obvious is the color from this thing—something darker, something with a depth to it that made her pause and wonder. Wat was this? What was this thing? With wide eyes and her heart racing with excitement, Little Lu use the energy and her impulse to pull it out of the white ground. 'There was more to this place than she had thought'. The mystery was unfolding, piece by piece, and Little Lu felt a spark of hope inside her. Maybe this was the start of understanding the world she was in. Maybe she could finally find the answers to the many questions she had been asking.Little Lu paused for a moment, her fingers brushing the sharp edges of the mysterious shape. She stared at it, wonder filling her eyes.

To Be Continue....