Once upon a time, in a land so white that it felt like the very air was made of snow, there was something, or perhaps it was nothing. It was hard to say what it was because it had no name, no shape, and no form. The land was all white, stretching far and wide, and in the middle of it all, there was a small, soft being, no bigger than a speck of dust.
At first, it was shapeless, like a puff of cloud that hadn't quite figured out what it wanted to be. But, slowly, very slowly, it began to change. It started to take on a soft, round shape, something that looked like it might be a creature—though still not quite one.
This being had no mouth, but it had eyes, grey and bright. It blinked as it looked around the white world, its tiny, curious gaze moving over the vast, empty space. Step by step, it began to walk. The land was so white and still that each little step echoed, but no sound followed. Only the soft crunch of the creature's movement.
As time passed, something amazing happened. Its round form began to change little by little, bit by bit. A small bump appeared at the top, and from it, something grew. Could it be? Yes, the creature grew... hair? Soft and wispy like feathers, but still white, blending into the snowy land.
Its tiny arms began to stretch, and with them, small hands appeared—fingers, tiny and delicate, reaching out to touch the soft white ground. It was becoming more, becoming something it could call its own.
The creature walked on, its grey eyes watching the path ahead, unsure of where it was going, but knowing it had to keep moving. It wasn't sure why, but it felt like there was something important waiting for it.
And then, one day, after what felt like ages of walking and changing, it stopped. It looked down at its own hands and felt something stir inside—something warm, something soft. It didn't know what it was, but it could feel it deep inside its small heart. And, as if the feeling had built up inside it for so long, it spoke.
"Lu."
The word came out softly at first, like a whisper in the wind. It felt right. It felt like the thing it had been searching for.
So, from that moment on, the little being knew its name. It was Lu, Little Lu.
And Little Lu was no longer just a creature of the white land. Little Lu was a being, with eyes that saw, hands that touched, and a name that was its very own.
Little Lu walked on, no longer unsure, but confident in its tiny steps, knowing that it was no longer just a part of the white. It was something new. It was something wonderful.
And as the snow-white world stretched on, Little Lu smiled—because, with its name, it had found a place in the world. A place where it belonged.
To be Continue.....