the start of time, in the first void
The start of time their was the void. A plane of white. A place that life was not found easy.
But two lived in that anti-void.
One who glitched and was covered in error symbols. He called himself Error.
Another who was full of colors and owned a large paintbrush, he called himself Ink.
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