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-The-Flow-

Episode III

Bonds over Knots

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....

The concept of FAMILY did not exist in this world. A universe totally different from ours. Beings were born through links perhaps rather inexistent, they did not have a form yet!

Surrounded by unfamiliar dimensions, a newborn did not have a shape. They just appear from their "parents" and come to the realization that from now on they exist.. 

Kinship was a form of love to us but to them, there was no such thing as hierarchy within descendants and ancestors. Even relationships between beings was barely considered there; their world did not put labels to them. The 'naming system' was just not applied to their world. What links them all was only one thing. The FLOW..

Meanwhile, in our world where blood is supposed to be thicker than water, for them there was no such things as blood, water or any liquid forms. The fluidity of knowledge was passed down to them from their parents. That's how them as beings went through evolution.

In simple terms, when we are born as a baby, we have to learn eveything from scratch based on our surroundings' nurture. Instincts are debatable for human babies.

Them as organism were born with their ancestors' knowledge and wisdom flowing through their entire being from the moment they came to existence. In constrast to our universe, they were born PERFECT.

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Once, there was a fridge and a microwave that fell in love with each other. They decided to bond through electricity and thus created a child. While the child was still growing, the fridge was very proud that the child will inherit its functions. The fridge was a cool machine among its peers and was also considered to be very cold-blooded. On the other hand, the microwave which constantly dispenses warmth was able to melt the fridge's ice-cold heart.

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Root was an outcast in his clan; a pariah to the society. He was often made a laughingstock and denigrated by his acquaintances. He was known to be the weakest due to his silly composure and slurred way of talking. Needless to say, his surroundings like vultures rounding their meal, took every occasion to belittle him, his appearance or even his presence in every possible situation he was found in.

When came the age of marriage, prospective suitors were invited by the to-be-bride's families for the bride to choose her fellow partner for life and continue the beautiful lineage of the clan. But alas, for our dear friend, Root, this was totally not the case. All the other kids of his age were getting a bunch of marriage proposals, while he got none. As if things were not bad enough, well,  they got worse when talks started spreading around the clan about "The Most Unwanted Suitor who may Never offer grace to the Lineage of the Clan".

Rumours got worse, exaggerating every bits of Roots's stories of tell-tales. Ultimately founding himself totally secluded, unable to explain himself. Everywhere he went the others were eyeing him, every other person he talked to had so much to say behind his back while every breaths he took were so heavy, he felt like a burden to his clan. His only purpose to be born of this clan was to serve the clan's ideals, that is, to extend the lineage and bring more descendants to found a strong base against other clans.

The bigger the clan, the more prowess is imposed against enemy clans.

As useless as he was to the clan's ideals, one day, Root found himself running away from the suffocating clutches of his own people.