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Alejandra de Jesús Guadalupe
Programa de Estudios Interdisciplinarios
Facultad de Humanidades, UPR RP
Recibido: 10/02/2026; Revisado: 21/04/2026; Aceptado: 16/04/2026
In the vast nothingness, Darkness cried—wailing like a banshee into the void where her tears were headed. One after another, they rolled through the hollowness that shaped her and drifted off onto different paths, seemingly without destination. A thunderous rumble escaped her, hungry and all-devouring. The pain of it was so incessant that it disturbed her sleep. She had no choice. She was starving. So, bit by bit, she consumed herself until only three solidified tears remained—each of them infused with particles of her being.
It was in her absence that Light crept in like a thief, ready to claim the desolate space. His sunlight reached all that Darkness had once touched, giving structure and limit to the nothingness and, in its wake, revealing the frozen tears.
Light frowned at the sight.
With Darkness’s departure, everything that belonged to her should have vanished. Yet there they were, flickering like the stars of Orion’s Belt. The mere sight of them sent an unfamiliar chill through his heart—a coldness that had never dared challenge his warmth. Darkness and Light had an agreement: they were never meant to coincide. Their dominions were never to overlap, and where one reigned, the other could not set foot. But in her despair, Darkness broke the rules, leaving behind a testament to her preeminence.
Clever woman.
He should report the tears to the prophets, as protocol dictated. After all, it was their duty to ensure that no trace of Light nor Darkness remained in abandoned territory. Then again, he had never truly seen her—never managed more than a few glances and brief words towards the woman during their meetings with the prophets. But this? This was as real as every little artifact he collected from his dominions. This was hers. How could he resist the urge to keep such a delight?
His greedy fingers reached for the first tear, yet the closer he got, the more it sizzled beneath his warmth, releasing a toxic cloud of vapor that enveloped it. He could not touch them, he realized. There needed to be a change in strategy if he wished to preserve them whole. So, he took a jar from his vault of trinkets and gently enclosed the tears inside, along with a fragment of the void. That way, they would remain in orbit rather than merge into one.
A smile carved its way across Light’s mouth. A wicked thrill filled his being. Darkness wasn’t the only one who could act selfishly. After all, wasn’t it more fun if they broke the rules together?
He enveloped the jar with his handkerchief and secured it within his chest, keeping it hidden until he had the pleasure of discreetly unfolding it again—unknowingly bringing forth what would later be known as night and day. He let himself be entranced by that which Darkness created in her agony—from the clouded first tear to the watery second and the solidified third—each one slowly changing under the combined influence of her power and their exposure to his presence.
Months passed in this way, and it was not until Light heard muffled noises that he realized life had begun growing inside his ja—
Their jar.
A closer inspection revealed creatures within each tear. The first was riddled with serpentine beings that crawled beneath the clouds, occasionally protruding their heads above the vapor to escape the toxins, screeching into the void. In the second, life bloomed underwater, for there was no air above it. Temples and villages crowded the northern region of the tear, while the south teemed with wild beasts, all of fins and meter-long, flesh-rupturing teeth. Meanwhile, the eastern and western sectors were in constant motion, whirlpools spreading throughout their depths.
The third and final tear was the most varied of them all. Its location at the bottom of the jar had given it a unique development over time. It had lost its cohesion, leaving behind snowy mountains that descended into barren valleys. Glaciers were many, and caverns were few. Humid forests grew wherever ice loosened its grip on the land.
It was inside this final tear that Light identified a singular creature—one that resembled both him and Darkness in a way that no other ever had.
These he called Al Nair, for they were bright and beautiful.
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