The Cleave sat down on the white platform below her, surrounded by a hude, vast lake that extended to the infinite meters of the little world she appeared by the huge tree will. ¿What tree? ... A huge, white tree, so pure and majestic. With its red leaves that loomed over the skies, feeding itself with the lakes pure and rich water and nutrients. Many have said it protects the dreams of many in its vast snowy plains. It’s the very core of hope in humanity. Its great trunk and luscious bark breathes a new life in all that surrounds it. Looming over behind her, the thing that created her and gave her life. The guide of her existence and the teacher of her life.

The same tree that gave life to the small, innocent and pure creature that was named the Cleave. Ohh... The world shall not touch such a being, for she bears no sin, nor jealous or hatred. A pure small form of life, one made of hope and emotions like happyness, of wellbeing for others and the best of wishes for their loved ones. The white, pure tiny world she calls home bringing her lots of opportunities for her to create things with. With her powers growing better each day, more powerfull... Better than the huge Tree...

"Is this... Gonna work...?"

She questioned herself, shifting a tiny piece of mold material that the tree gifted her. One of the many things she was tethered with. She kept trying to shift it into anything she thought of, atleast with the security of it going to work when she makes it properly to be something functional. And perhaps, Living. Her small white fingers morphing it slowly, while her eyes kept down looking at the thing in an innocent and concentrated gaze.